Warmies sells a menagerie of heating pads that combine comfort and cuteness. Its alligator is my latest obsession.
In the surreal spirit of Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino, I imagine a constantly shifting city named after a mythical man. This is a re-imagining of Calvino’s concept, which has Marco Polo tell Kublai Khan about fantastical imaginary cities all named after women.
‘The Times Of Bill Cunningham’ Premieres At The New York Film Festival
Bill Cunningham, a self-described fashion historian, never thought of himself as the subject of any of his photographs. Almost everyone who knew him would disagree.
Some personal aphorisms from a writing activity two years ago. Feel free to disagree with any or all of them.
Dîner En Blanc New York: The Enduring Appeal Of A Glorified Picnic
Inconvenience is a vital part of the party’s character.
Written after a visit to the Staten Island Ferry, this poem might be more a reflection of my personal feelings than a universal understanding of what it means to be on the ferry.
Otter Ought to Know
A half-poem, half ramble about what an otter can teach us about, well…everything.
The sky was lavender last night. I thought of you. Not because lavender is or was your favorite color (I know it’s yellow) Not because I thought you would have something rousing to say about the impending death of light. Not because it reminded me of you, necessarily. But because I found it to be…… Continue reading Lavender