Throwback Thursday 1989
"Do you know how much a building on 8th and Michigan would be worth today?!"
Yeah okay, I get it. It makes me cringe too. But like I said, there are the lessons...
Athalie in Paris
Bingeing Season 1 of Emily in Paris gave me all the feels.
Not just because it has been almost a year since I have been on a plane to anywhere, but because Paris has always felt like MY city to the extent that someone can own a place. I know you want to fight me on this. And you should.
Facebook 2006: I was there.
At first, I didn't notice... You see, Facebook stories were commonplace in all of the magazines by then, so I didn't know why she was so excited. And then after a double-take, I noticed my floating head in the background…
The new legend of Samantha Davis
She is the kind of girl who fills the refrigerator with champagne, loves gold and hot pink, and once upon a time bought a white baby grand piano from a vintage sale on New Year's Eve.
The kind of food pictures you can only take in San Francisco…
#PrayForHaiti
I would never miss an opportunity to pray for my country: for peace, public health, a better education system, an end to the extreme poverty...the list goes on. But while there's no denying that Haiti needs prayer, this week the hashtag should really read #PrayForDR.
Palm Springs is still hot and sometimes I'm on the news...
I had only been to the Coachella Valley once about five years beforehand - for Coachella, naturally. But last year, my trip was all business. Business in Palm Springs? Yes. Because Palm Springs is full of hotels, and someone has to build them.
Packing for Palm Springs
Bright colors? Check. Crazy prints? Check. Cop tops? Just a few…
About that plane though
The aviation news from 2014 reads more like season of Lost than a series of real events in modern times equipped with high-tech surveillance equipment.
…and the captain's name was Vinko
"Fucking shit" is not exactly how you want to be greeted by the captain of your five-day boat charter, but this just happened to be the case last Sunday when I left Split on the Blue Nose.
Dear Becky, please don't touch my hair!
A few months ago while at a dance party in Red Hook, a (white) girl asked to touch my hair and grew incensed when I told her that she could not. Since then, it seems that I am constantly having conversations with strangers about physical boundaries. Apparently no one got the memo about keeping their hands to themselves. This is my reminder.
Palm Springs is the new hotness
It didn't occur to me until I arrived in Palm Springs that I have been in a bad mood for most of the last three years. It should also be noted that it has been about three years since I moved to New York from San Francisco (different part of the state, but California is California.)
Epic lunch for one
Melbourne White Night
My new friends in Melbourne were excited that I was coming out for "Melbourne White Night." They explained the concept of staying up all night to party, though the explanation was wholly unnecessary. Having spent many a late night with some wild friends in Paris, I am well-versed in the concept of nuit blanche.
3 a.m. cake
Freshly baked cake and Cards Against Humanity are both regular occurrences in my home, though not always together and definitely not at 3 a.m. which was the case last night.
Fleur de Lys
In the spirit of making conversation, I asked if he had already picked out his suit and tie for his first day. Daddy is the most dapper man I know, so our limited conversations tend to be sartorial in nature. This is the man who was late to pick me up from school one day in the 4th grade because "Macy's had a shoe sale and I couldn't resist."
Le’m pa we soley la
I didn't leave home for days after the funeral. I didn't want to face a world without him in it. I remembered my favorite song as a child. Le'm pa we soley la. When I don't see the sunshine. Jean Michel Daudier wrote the words to express how much he missed Haiti after being forced into exile…
Chez Balthazar
I went back to Balthazar tonight. Again for no reason. It has become a thing I like to do from time to time.
The thing about first class...
The thing about first class is that it’s not even that nice.