PHOTOGRAPHY BY JAMES KATZ
♦ Monday ♦
Heathrow yet again. My second home. At least I was able to practise before ordering my Uber, because once I arrive in Copenhagen I won’t see a piano until just before tomorrow’s recital. Every time I leave home, I tidy up my flat, cook and freeze leftovers, vacuum, close up the Fazioli: I’m my own cleaning lady. I’m constantly packing, too. Yesterday I spent hours going through my evening gowns, trying on the new, revisiting the old, wondering which would be suitable for the upcoming halls and programmes. I googled “red evening gown” as a kind of joke, searching for a new dress for Milan’s Teatro alla Scala in May, and up came a gorgeous one. It is now at the designer’s studio being hemmed. That was a stroke of luck.