Take Me To Your Tailor
January, 1972
I have never taken kindly to clothes, although I am not the stuff of which nudists are made. My flesh burns rather than grills; I am seldom cooked to a turn. When I lie in the sun, I take care to be fully clothed. People who lie for hours face down on sand should be removed by mechanical scoops. My very old pocket watch is the sole inanimate object to which I am attached. I care nothing for my pen, my cuff links, my Pissarros. Above all, I am not fond of my clothes. It gives me no pleasure to me...
