Writer/editor. New Mexican tumbleweed blown east to skyscraper country.
Right now, I am working on a book about F. Scott Fitzgerald, Sheilah Graham, and Hollywood in the 1930s. It will also contain a lot of drinking, powder blue suits, dances at the Cocoanut Grove, betrayal, gossip columns, crazy ladies, secret Jews, film lot moguls, and Dorothy Parker quips at funerals. If the world is still around then, it should be out from Random House around 2014. So let's hope the Mayans were wrong.
If you want to say hi please do. Or find me in short form, here.
Desmond Richardson, aka one fine specimen, aka choreographer and director of Complexions Contemporary Ballet, which comes to the Joyce in November and will sell out. I’m already scoping out tickets. He is one of those dancers I feel lucky to be watching, even in the ruddy frame of YouTube short. Is there anything more beautiful than this?
UPDATE: Desmond choreographed this, which aired last night.
