i remember once, in grad school, when i thought i'd pretty much figured out Luce Irigaray via a series of connections to chaos theory (oh, my lord-y, am i saying this publicly?!). seriously, and this is kind of sad, i-called-my-professor-at-home. right? i was thinking: clearly, this was the discovery of the academic century. and so why not? i could even work with her to mark this momentous occasion (champagne?) and we would then set out together to mine the implications of my clever find. what a dork.
to my professor's credit, she did ask me to write a question for JAC's (then) upcoming interview w/ Luce Irigaray, and i was honored to do so. years later, i stumbled upon a Stila lip color called "Luce," so i bought it and sent it to my professor, sort of dismantling my past "moment" with a cosmetic offering that marked a desire to make over my silly endeavor with a colorful tincture.
it was a lovely brownish pink-y red. i don't know if she liked it or not, if she wore it or gave it away or simply ignored it. she emailed to thank me. but i never got the sense that she understood what it meant, my gift.
note: the Stila shade, "luce," is pictured in the lipstickschmear, above.