[J.Crew velvet blazer, shorts + Pendleton wool bag + Golden Goose boots + Low Luv silver + Juicy chain] Getting happy about Fall may have a lot to do with the fashion and novelty lattes and other peripheral bonai, but for me, and how I tend to be about shut-eye [like a ferocious, protective puma], Fall’s all about the reemergence… View Post
Flannel shirts, Speak n’ Spells.
[Fortunate Sun t-shirt from Red Wolf of Saratoga Springs + Kors boots + Seven jeans I cut off + AF shirt, cologne stank included.] Sat out in the sunshine on a perfect 72-degree day. Had a couple of beers on Broadway, met up with Radigan, moved on to Cantina for more beers, and one explosive hot sauce encounter that had… View Post
I love a kooky art teacher.
[WCAGA tribal pants, which come around and go around on Gilt every once in awhile; keep your eyes peeled + Burberry booties + GAP tee + bronchitis.] Art teachers are a different breed. They have, almost as a rule, lots of ferns around their desks, extremely filthy fingernails, sort of crazy hair, and they were exactly the person I wanted… View Post
Found: golden fleece.
Reposting out of sheer excitement that fleece-lined bomber jackets are all over the place right now. Not as a badge of my foresight, more bragging about the foresight of a father who held on to it. Do I still want a Burberry one? Oh God yes. Will this have to do for now? Yup. And… I found this mecca for… View Post
Afternoon nap.
I’ve had a cold all week. This directly translates to increased sleep, in regards to both frequency and duration. No one does sleep better than I do. [Even though Rob said recently, “Despite your proclivity toward sleep, deep down you are a mover and a shaker.”] Best afternoon nap ever occurred yesterday after work—with the blinds half-drawn, the fan whirring… View Post