Last Sunday was spent at the Guggenheim—an idea that I seemed to share with half of New York (likely the Fashion Week attendees who wanted to squeeze in a visit before jetting off to London)—so what I thought would be an hour of silence and solitude was actually one spent navigating flocks of black ... Read More
Mondays Are Fine
It's Sunday night as I write this. Still bright, no longer foggy but still lingering is a palpable humidity in the air. My belly is big, bloated—but for once in my life, I don't mind. Instead I'm content from where I sit, even though my waistband feels tight. A thick, fluffy bathrobe hides ... Read More
Tom Ford Spring 2019
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