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
Sacred Mornings
It's 4:49am as I write this. I've been up since 2:30 and haven't been able to fall back asleep; perhaps it was the two soy lattes I consumed during the day? Or was it the consecutive cups of green tea, sipped and refilled multiple times between coffee runs? The Lord Jones, I love you—but even your ... Read More