Shelley

ShelleyIn the Winter of 1966, I returned to New York from a lonely four-month stay in Europe, carrying my one and only suitcase, wearing my black and only suit, having lost 20 pounds from an already slim frame, and I imagine that my grim, black-garbed, skeletal presence frightened more than a few passers-by on the street.One of the first parties I went to on my return was at the spare, antiqueand-chrome apartment of an art-director friend; and about midnight, into the party walked one of the coc...