For a considered reader: The Counterpane.
I’m Camille.
In 2006, I wrote and published a Beatles fanzine called The Glass Onion (a play on the song and the satire magazine — not bad for 12 years old). The columns included two news stories, a horoscope, a comic section with hand-drawn Beatles stick figures, and a Dear Abbey section. I had a dedicated readership of three (my parents and my sister), and released issues weekly in my diary for roughly a year, until I became interested in The Rolling Stones.
The Counterpane is a publication about beauty, opulence, philosophy that tastes crunchy, and the considered life. I’m here for the reader who wears an Hermès twilly and reads Spinoza on the M train, and also for the reader who may do neither but likes the idea, and hopefully also for the reader who does neither, does not wish to, but is here anyway. Functionally different from The Glass Onion, but I like to think the concepts rhyme.
Here you’ll find essays and reviews on a variety of topics of interest:
- What I learned when enduring Ulysses
- Why you should wear a Sézane camel trench before getting your ears pierced
- Why Andi Sachs needed to learn the rules of Runway before she could break them
- Where I spent most of my time in Tokyo during COVID, and what to do if you’re also stranded in a foreign country during a pandemic.
I write from Westfield, New Jersey and spend most Sundays in Manhattan. I live with my husband Raul (who takes the photographs), and our two cats, Harry and Helga. Other voices appear here too, with more to come.
Most weeks bring a new piece.
In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.
Lennon-McCartney
(I couldn’t not end with The Beatles.)