Yoshitomo Nara

(by Jordan Blanchard)

Somehow I must have known I’d need more than one of these postcards. It’s why I bought two. These seem to be the only mea culpas I can manage right now. It’s worth a shot.

My MoMA membership expires this month. When I first moved to San Francisco, I signed up for it. I didn’t realize I had the New York one until I tried to use it at the SF MoMA. I never got to use it. We made plans to take turns sitting across from Marina Abramović, but plans fell through, as plans do.

I’ll go back in January or February. I still need to stroll the Guggenheim.

The quintessential Taipei girl: feisty, pouty, fragile.