I have started and stopped writing this post so many times over the last 3 months. I’ve written the lines in my head in the shower in the morning, sudsing and smiling, ready to cheerfully take on the day at any one of my 4 (5?) part-time gigs—then erased those sentiments hours later while hunched over a register or a… View Post
Red-knuckle cold.
Took my dude down to the river for a pre-birthday dinner Saison and some red-knuckle hang time before the sun went down. Told him to dress warm and stop asking questions. I have so much to share. So much news! But first I have to go have an intimate evening with Chris Robinson in DC tomorrow night. Follow me on… View Post
On the arm of Hank Moody: Californication style.
[Fringe + a sleek cuff and a snake ring. Sho ’nuff.] I’ve revisited my post about Karen from Californication’s style numerous times over the years, and figured it was time to issue a solid follow-up. Expect to see some mimicry of these looks to follow; my copycatting does not limit itself to skinny frontmen. There’s a relaxed, rock edge to all these… View Post
Oh, I’m a mean old daddy, but you like me: The story of “Carey.”
[Current/Elliott jeans + HTC belt + Truly Madly Deeply tank + Free People kimono + Vanessa Mooney jams.] The other day we were pouring beers in the kitchen, watching a series of vids from the new KOL documentary, Talihina Sky. I love to consider exactly how a song was written: the nuts and bolts, how every part came together, the… View Post
Superlatives.
The best neon. Most popular. The best drape. Renaissance shirt.