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.
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.
#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.
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.
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.)
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.
The thing about first class...
The thing about first class is that it’s not even that nice.