At around 2:00 PM, my cell phone rang in my absolutely silent apartment; A stoic voice was on the other side of the world. One of my oldest / dearest friends, Andrew, who’s a very popular Paris-based fashion designer was on the line. His father passed away just yesterday morning so he was on his way to the airport, to Singapore. A similar experience to that which I went through about seven years ago when my papa was finally confirmed with pancreas cancer.

At 5:00 PM, I intuitively put on a black / white outfit which I rarely wear on a humid day in Manhattan. I arrived at KINOKUNIYA, a Japanese bookstore to pick up my special-ordered pop music CD of this multi-talented young vocalist, cellist, composer, pianist, etc, KOUSUKE ATAKI from OKINAWA. The CD is named SOLEZOLENI (could be translated as Each… Individually.) I paid the bill, loaded the disk, and walked out of the bookstore. My long awaited mystical music started to play as I passed by and looked into CHRISTIE’S auction house NY logo. My eyes tinkled… and finally were soaking wet when I got into the 49th Street subway station… In this hurried early evening, behind my very sharp, black, futuristic style lined PRADA sunglasses… no one could see how I felt in those moments.

I was on time for my YOGA class at 6:15 PM with LIZANNE HINKLE.

PS. My loving peaceful thought is delivered to Andrew in his challenging experience…