spent the whole day in volunteer training at the audre lorde project, then met neil at el museo del barrio for an opening that he had to attend since he's gonna be teaching there, then back downtown and over the bridge for a birthday dinner in williamsburg. that bedford stop, goddamn, is knockout, nah, fuckin tko central. speaking of knockouts, not peter yawn johnson but rickson gracie in bruce weber's chop suey, ay papi. i'd never consciously known about frances faye, i didn't know enough about diane vreeland, and i'd forgotten how, before everyone found out how mean she was, what a stunning beauty naomi campbell was in her heyday, but this flick changed all of those things.