#feministfriday episode 494 | sparkling vintage
Good morning good people,
I say that I'm "taking Fem Fri back to the old school" when I send a couple of links with no connection to each other, but of course the true old school of Fem Fri is JUST ONE LINK. It's that sparkling vintage we will enjoy together today. There is about half an hour of reading in this Patricia Lockwood diary about meeting the Pope, and it's all incredible, thank you to the friend and subscriber who sent this to me:
We walk down winding stone stairs. I am conversing with an Australian conductor, the first woman to conduct the Vienna Philharmonic. ‘So you’re Tár,’ I say thoughtfully. No, she actually is Tár. Suddenly we are in a dome that feels like a human head, full of flesh, climbing like ivy. But there is something strange: I see the old scaffolding, as if it is still in progress, and I see the paintbrush raised. That weirdo is still up there, Michelangelo. He’s still going. The light is brutal for people but lays the art bare.
Patricia Lockwood · Diary: When I Met the Pope
The invitation said ‘black dress for Ladies’. ‘You’re not allowed to be whiter than him,’ my husband, Jason...
Love,
Alex.