Jun 30, 2009
Don’t accuse me. I’ll confess. My eating habits are unconventional. I’m whole-food vegetarian since celebrated Angelica Kitchen occupied a hot jammed storefront one block east of Trash and Vaudeville on grimy Saint Marks Place. As a chopstick clicking, glassy-eyed evangelical macro-neophyte, I rained a heavy-hand of sesame gomasio onto every mouthful of hijiki-laced Dragon Bowl. My […]
Jun 29, 2009
A lovely weekend in the Hamptons. Beach, bay, and pool side, cityfolk assumed country ways. They Mingled. Pitched-in. Asked questions. Stuck around for answers. I imagine the city self, slave to the breezy weekender. A bifurcation. Kiki and her hostess Stacey Platt on a bluff over a bay, Saturday. My first trip to the Hamptons was […]
Jun 28, 2009
Don’t let a gray day color you gray. Or blue. Paint your nails sun-shiny. I just did. It’s a cheap trick. But it makes me happy. They say it’s the little things. In 1970, Mom got me my first-ever yellow nail polish. As for the green she gave my older sister, I made off with […]
Jun 24, 2009
Of course I am not driving a car. I hate driving cars. I don’t even like sitting in a taxi. I love the subway. Not only in theory. In practice. I’m a New Yorker. I move from point A to B. And if this is New York and not London. We drive cars on the […]
