March 2012
33 posts
February 2012
28 posts
“You know, I sometimes think, how is anyone ever going to come up with a book, or...”
– Midnight in Paris
My favorite movie of the year. A duly deserved Oscar for best screenplay.
“A meal, according to my understanding anyhow, is a communal event, bringing together family members, neighbors, even strangers. At its most ordinary, it involves hospitality, giving, receiving and gratitude.”
Wendell Berry, Bringing it to the Table
Photos by Lusia Brimble.
Family dinner with friends. Happy girl.
i’ve discovered a new favorite word
in fact, it’s a homophone
august
or
au-gust / adj : marked by majestic dignity or grandeur
FOODIE FILES: FAT TUESDAY
As a little girl, Fat Tuesday was by far my favorite fake holiday.
I know, I know. Now, now, my good Christian friends. I know that the day holds some holy decorum for you - you suckers who hand over your ice cream and your curse words to tha lawd the next day.
But I had my own sanctity attached to it.
For my freewheelin’ family and I, we figured - hell. If we’re going there anyways...
Fat Tuesday
Photos by my dear talented friend, Maddie Thomas.
things i learned this weekend
Bar Jamon pours an extremely fair glass.
Don’t have time to go home and get ready before a night out? Sephora.
The Wayland makes a great cocktail (The Barnesville: bourbon, angostura bitters, pumpkin, simple syrup, egg white).
Avenue C is blowing up.
White Noise is legitimately a vampire strip joint.
Peels makes the best bloody in town.
Delirium Tremens is delicious.
It is also...
Sometimes
…the Stones are really just the quintessential thing to listen to while walking the streets of New York City.
And watch out for this bird too. Chicks about to...
Hey, Timon, ever wonder what those sparkly dots are up there?
Pumbaa, I don't wonder; I know.
Oh. What are they?
They're fireflies.
In part, she objected to the monotony of nine-to-five, the tedium, the hours and days you ended up wishing away, swinging from one Saturday morning to another like a monkey at the zoo. In part, it was the anonymity: Forget what dreams you’d dreamt the night before, forget the adoring eye that beheld you over breakfast, or even the grief that had been wringing out your soul all night long,...
Great remix to an already great song. Tuesday is...
“The third cocktail at happy hour is almost always a bad idea (but it’s...”
So looking forward to their upcoming album,...
The new Google feature that lets you see the...
Last night, I got to spend some quality time with three of my favorite things: wine, cheese, and one of my oldest dearest friends.
For Christmas, we’d decided to exchange ‘experience gifts.’ Not another Starbucks card, not another ugly scarf. We live in New York City, we said. Let’s find an excuse to get out and do something new on a Tuesday night.
So that’s...
FEbruary
Esquire, 1956.
