Las Vegas Snapshots

Sorry, I really don’t have anything too unsavory to tell you about my trip.  I was, however given a phone number after a photo of me in a kaftan appeared on a friend’s instagram account.  I am pretty sure that this particular Casanova says flattering things and leaves his phone number for all middle-aged women wearing a kaftan by any pool in Las Vegas so I am not letting it go to my head.  Never underestimate the power of the kaftan though.

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Poolside photo by Marita Meinerts

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This is what Vegas feels like to me all the time—day and night—exciting & exhausting.

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We did spot the ghost of Elvis very late one night. He is alive and well.

Elvis, Palm Springs & a Rabbi

elvis as patron saint of the road

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The road photo was taken on I10 between Phoenix and Palm Springs on a trip for my son’s 15th birthday.

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This bust of Elvis, a gift from my friend, Funky Frank serves as a talisman of sorts in my studio.

I woke up thinking about the joys of hitting the road. I started looking through my photos and these two jumped out at me. Somehow the bust of Elvis serving as some sort of talisman on a journey seemed really funny to me. You know on long trips how themes emerge when you’re traveling alone or with others and that one thing becomes the guiding principle of the trip? Well, three years ago a remarkable thing happened on a trip with my son.

On that 15th birthday trip there was a street fair in Palm Springs and one of the opportunities was to “Ask a Rabbi” so we did. I asked, “Rabbi, my son is turning 15 tomorrow what advice would you give him?” His answer: “Use your intellect to make your choices and your heart to give them depth.” WHAT BETTER ADVICE COULD EVER BE OFFERED TO ANYONE? I’ve come to think that “follow your heart” is bullshit. This is much better advice. A discussion about this comment became the guiding principle for our trip back to Phoenix. I let my intellect decide that my son who did not yet have his driver’s permit should get to drive through Joshua Tree National Park and let my heart beating rapidly as he approached some curves too fast give that experience some depth. Thank you Palm Springs Street Fair Rabbi.

I hope Elvis can provide…

Elvis,Lillibridge, Dakota 1966, muse

the muse my partner in crime—Maggie Pace and I need for creating our STRUT Fashion Show line this year. Elvis provided some remarkable support last year. So cool, confident and he kept quiet even when things got a little kooky.