It's the same even when I'm in L.A. I like what I like—padded shoulders, fitted waist, oversized everywhere else—and a suit fits the bill. In fact, this has quickly become a uniform I can't stop reaching for (especially when I'm living out of a carry-on for most of the month): the 30-something's ... Read More
A Night at The Beekman
Spent Valentine's Day at The Beekman. It was like stepping into another era: a rare glimpse into old New York, a world away from an existence dictated by screens and scrolling in favor for the slow. And the decadent, of course. Rich textures and opulent details, forever scented (and cemented) into ... Read More
Objects of Desire
Took the ever-elegant Lady Dior on an outing this weekend. To the LACMA we went; it'd been a while since I visited (and at least two years since she'd been out of storage). Key works were still just as I remembered (Picassos and Matisses, namely, and this giant David Hockney of his view commuting to ... Read More