Feb 10, 2010

Free Love

The economy is frigid. Colder than the blizzard. Free is a new four-letter word. Nearly my favorite. Stay in. The neighborhood that is. Go local. Walking is, after all, still free. On a Sunday night drop-in at Otto’s Shrunken Head. Free live music. A long line-up of bands with short sets and big hair. All night […]

Nov 2, 2009

The World's Oldest Living Playboy

The Sphinx is a big old flirt. By big I mean the biggest monolith in the world. At a whopping 73.5 meters long, 6 wide and 20 tall, he’s huge. And by oldest I mean 5000 years old. As for being a living playboy, well, when you meet him you’ll agree, his language may be […]

Oct 13, 2009

Sticky Fingers

Every Sunday after church my Dad’d stop at the newspaper store to pick up The Sunday Times. I walked my Sunday-best into the shop and stood in my father’s shadow just below the register, slid my sticky fingered hand into the candy bin and swiped a piece of Bazooka bubble gum. The pink of it. […]

Oct 2, 2009

Girls School

Call me unconventional.I loved school. Especially Catholic School.The More House School for Girls.Girls only.Plenty of girls. Being girls.Bright, brilliant, clever, ever-so-often naughty girls. The More House School was uniform-free.A style forum for 11 year olds just down the road from Beauchamp Place and around the corner from Harrods . The curriculum included Latin, French, Spanish, […]

Sep 23, 2009

Back In The USSR

Head east on 10th street and stride towards 268. Before you see the sign, you’ll feel the heat rising off the bathhouse like humidity off of black August tarmac. Last week I climb the steps, lean against the counter and hand over my watch, earrings, and wallet to the open security box offered by reliably […]

Aug 20, 2009

How Sweet It Is

It’s not for everyone and it doesn’t last forever but there’s a time and a joy in eating candy that’s so sweet it feels to melt away your teeth. For coconut fans, the British Bounty bar is far more cavity-enhancing than its Yankee cousin the Mounds. Once upon a time, New York City hosted two […]

Jul 28, 2009

Dolls

Confession One I’ve never seen Valley of the Dolls. Until last night. Confession TwoI wept. Now I don’t usually weep in the dark before a screen unless Ralph Fiennes is projected on it. On a recent long haul flight I watched The English Patient. Twice. Back to back. Weeping, I actually lost water weight. Ralph brooding […]

Jul 3, 2009

He Gonna Bend But He Ain’t Gonna Fall

Seemed when a man shot junk into his arm, thousands of tiny gyroscopes chugged through his veins like Pac Men. Gangly H users, their eyes dialled so far past white to be as good as shut, stepped into moving traffic. Not from the green but from well in between. They surfed a swath of tarmac […]