It was so good to see Iris.
I have one of her mother’s necklaces. It’s from a casino in Jamaica. Out of plastic, from that glamorous time of gambling and drinking and dancing. It’s very old, and has sentimental value for me.
Iris signed her new book for me: Iris Apfel Accidental Icon: Musings of a Geriatric Starlet.
I saw her at the end of a busy day, and she was getting tired. We talked about the exhibit I visited at the Met earlier, Heavenly Bodies: Fashion and the Catholic Imagination. Iris wanted to go, but I was only in New York one more day, she had appointments, and we couldn’t make it work. But I’ve had many adventures with Iris over the years.
At 96, she still has a good sense of humor.
This selfie is bad camera workmanship, though!