Spring in NYC is doing its best to make up for the cold and the slush, and it might be overcompensating – the weekend has been gorgeous, and Central Park joyously overrun. On a long walk a few days ago, I passed this installation that’s down at 60th & Fifth, by Tatiana Trouvé, a Polish-born, Paris-based sculptor (can that be her real name?) Giant spools of colored rope map all the possible paths through the park. Continue reading
I have a soft spot for Santa Monica. In 2011, after the last MLA interview I’ll ever do, Tony and I celebrated his Sunday birthday by getting a bus from downtown LA, where we were staying at the Biltmore, to Santa Monica. The bus, which was beautifully shiny and new, cost about a dollar, and took an hour or so, winding through Beverly Hills, Rodeo Drive, and past all kinds of shiny monumental buildings, before letting us out by the sea. Continue reading
There’s a long marble bar that’s both a service and a storage area for desserts, crockery, and wine chilling in buckets; we ordered vin brûlé from a silver urn, which was spicy and rich and smelled like Christmas in a Dickens novel, but lighter and fresher.
(Because why should I be the only one with that song stuck in my head for days? Thanks for nothing, Cousin Mick.*) So, these chairs. I picked them up–back when they were purple–from the street the first year of grad school, horrifying my suburban roommate. Continue reading
A few shots in the sunset tonight down at Astoria Park and the river, playing with my 50mm/1.8 lens. Happy summer. Continue reading
Most of the many hours I spend on design-porn websites are totally wasted – I’m only juuust getting the hang of Pinterest to actually store the images I like (follow me? I guess?) and most of the time it’s procrastination, pure & simple. But occasionally something will stick with me, usually if it’s ingenious and crazy cheap. Continue reading
Pimm’s is the taste of a British summer, and any pub will serve it by the jug once the weather heats up. Every end-of-term summer party at Cambridge was a shameless Pimm’s-fest, usually mixed strong and sweet with garden of fruit in it, strawberries, citrus, and herbs. The one non-negotiable, in my book, is cucumber, which brings out the grassiness of the drink. Continue reading
Before I met my husband, who basically has a second stomach just for oysters, I’d eaten them once in my life. Continue reading