"I Throw You Out The Window"

Tina Barney photo with Polly Mellon on the couch. She was the artistic director at Vogue with a great Locust Valley Lockjaw accent and the one who came up with the idea of pairing Nastasia Kinski with a giant snake.

This was the world of matching custom printed fabric, in some cases appearing as curtains, bedspreads, and upholstery in the same room, when I got a job working for a half mad German painting fancy apartment on the Upper Eastside. The lady of the house would arrive in the late afternoon when we had completed glazing the dining room apricot. This entailed getting the wall bright glossy white and when it dried, going over it tenderly with a big wad of cheese cloth with the apricot. First words: Oh, I wanted more of a peach apricot. The normally insane German whose favorite line after discovering a blemish invisible to the naked eye but detectable by running your fingernail by it, was I THROW YOU OUT THE WINDOW. YOU DO ME DAMAGE, was meek as an altar boy when he said, "of course...more of a peach apricot." And we'd start over.

Defenestration of Prague with a straw man. I had this phrase as an earworm when I worked with an all Czech crew painting fancy apartments in Manhattan. For one, they would all rush to the window if one of them spied an American Woman in an apartment across the way in the light well. And two, because the German boss' favorite refrain was I THROW YOU OUT THE WINDOW.

The Yugoslav guys played a radio station with only two sponsors; The Crystal Palace in Queens and a dry cleaners, also in Queens. I could only think Uncle Sam had a hand in this. I fell in love with the sad/strong music and the numbers with the tempo fortified by slivovitz were great for sanding, which went on for hours.

They played an hour of traditional folk music from each country in Eastern Europe and then the ad for the Kreestill Palace and then on to an hour of the next country...all day.

Unrelated: there was a stack of paintings leaning on the wall which turned out to be Renoirs. I was impressed, here I was holding a Renoir in my hand. This lasted until I ventured upstairs and came upon wall to wall Clowns with Black Eyes paintings in the master bedroom (known informally as the Bastards Matroom)

P.S. Defenestration of Prague How did the men survive this first Defenestration of Prague? Catholics quickly claimed that divine intervention had saved the burgraves’ life. They insisted that the Virgin Mary must have heard the pleas of the doomed men and saved them.

But the Protestants said that the explanation had nothing to do with God. Instead, they declared that the three Catholic officials had merely fallen into a large pile of horse manure. The manure, apparently, had cushioned their fall and spared their lives. [https://allthatsinteresting.com/defenestration-of-prague]! Who do you think put that horseshit there? The Blessed Virgin! Prots have no sense of humor.