last day of march
And I’m ready for summer….
Old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors...
A Nightlife Nightcap
Holy Ghost! is to Le Bain as David Bowie is to Le Baron. Best way I can describe it.
Funk for your almost weekend.
minus the nutritional yeast, whatever that is
great girlfriends + ABC Kitchen + old fashioneds + Le Baron + Aziz Ansari + sunrise = a positively wild Saturday night
Loving the Juan Gris Google art today.
Overheard on 56th and 8th
Two old Italian men. A sunny park bench. A weekday afternoon. The first day of spring. Sharing recipes. Cooking techniques. Secrets. If only I could write as fast as they speak… They buy their tomatoes at a market down the street. Delicious, beautiful little tomatoes. And what do they do with those tomatoes? Throw them on a plate. Ay leedle oh-leave oil. Ay leedle salt. And pay-perr. Good...
pop of color
madeleinethomas: “It is a curious emotion, this certain homesickness I have in mind. With Americans, it is a national trait, as native to us as the roller-coaster or the jukebox. It is no simple longing for the home town or country of our birth. The emotion is Janus-faced: we are torn between a nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick...
Juan Gris, Flowers, 1914. Part of Gertrude Stein’s Parisian art collection. Now on exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Alongside Matisse and Picasso.
I am newly and awfully in love with craft beer and truffle oil.