[Roadside lunch at The Ice Cream Man in Greenwich, NY. Anthro hoodie sweater + Current/Elliott jeans + Dannijo bag; Rob in JCrew stripe shirt.] Cutting through the green of the Vermont countryside, stopping to answer the call of cream. With brownie chunks in it. For lunch. He can get you high, he ... View Post
Washington, DC, on a Sunday morning. In 2003, I spent a terrific Sunday morning in a gas station here---in a hot pink negligee, sunglasses, and fox fur trimmed coat---hungover and digging through a fridge for chocolate milk while a mother stood nearby shielding her son's eyes. Memory rizzle. Good ... View Post
Nothing short of absurd for my favorite holiday. Quick recap: I made us two hours late, Steve McKenna's kid called me mom, there were wardrobe changes, and we celebrated America with Britain's best, Exile on Main Street. My shirt suited quite well given the soundtrack. Pretty par for the course. ... View Post
Later on, after wringing out my socks and icing my hammies, I was texted the above photo and looked at Rob, shaking my 'fro from side to side: "Man. Who the hell wears a dashiki t-shirt on a lethal, boulder-scrambling hike?" I'd have to say the biggest draw of hiking Old Rag is the views. Then I'd ... View Post
I'm pretty into being 31. I was super into being 30. There isn't much I have to gripe about that is age-related. However, the absence of something does not always infer the bounty of its polar point: I'm not exactly celebrating things like not having 23-year-old eye skin anymore, or rejoicing ... View Post