Julia’s an ad man now*, at Eileen Fisher, and she and her partners in green and groovy corporate crime made this video about our friend Biola, who owns the Pillow Cafe in Fort Greene with her partner, Robin. If you don’t shop the EF site, you might never see this, and you might like to, so check it out.
Robin cooks like your mom would, if your mom was an amazing cook, and showed you how much she loved you in that way. She’s Julia’s twin (or so they say). Biola used to be a journalist, and she’s my twin (well, no—Don Draper is my twin). For awhile, Pillow had a d.j. one night a week, and Julia and I (we lived up the street) would go hang with Robin and Biola, and pretty much no one else came. So we’d get drunk and dance alone, the four of us, on Myrtle Avenue. I miss that. (Damn you, scrawny hipsters! Why did you have to ruin our Utopian paradise?)
*Speaking of Ad men, I don’t have anyone to talk about the new season of Mad Men with—Julia refuses to watch it, even though she knows that I identify with both Don Draper and his daughter, Sally, in a way that makes my heart ache. How can people be so sad and broken and yet get up every morning and look so good? And, p.s., Joanie?