Contrary to what the title of this post suggests, this is not about thigh gaps or cellulite-free gams. (We're barraged with body image messaging, both positive and negative, on a daily basis as is. I have no desire to add to the noise.) Instead, this is an ode to the novel by Tom Robbins, which I ... Read More
Hilma af Klint at the Guggenheim
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