The notion of time bothers me. You look at thirty-year-old photographs and realize how the time has passed.
We all look for lost time.
French design hardly exists, except as artificial modernism.
That was the idea behind glam clubs like Seven and The New Eve. You could eat and dance to live music. To enter you had to descend a grand staircase.
Since I was a child I've loved going to the opera, theatre and ballet.
But some one will say that this supreme Being, who made all things, and those also who conferred on men particular benefits, are entitled to their respective worship.