to the left, to the light -

some sunday sunshine
in the same room as always
is a welcome way to come home.

the nation's evolution -

it's an election year. let's hope the nation wakes up from it's long slumber, as well.

a tone poem to new york, in the spring -

the skies seem to have opened up on the east coast this year, first :


and the buildings of the greatest city began to shed their winter skins,
to rummage for their true grandeur and alert their guardians that yes,
this was spring, at last:


flowers are appearing:


thankfully, not all of them are printed, some are real:


art makes its seasonal reappearance:


and everyone starts to open their eyes:


the grafitti changes it's colors (how considerate!):


and shoes shed their winter husks at louboutin,
to better tempt their prey:


but, maybe, i'm just seeing things through rose colored glasses:

that's what landis said (une) -

Life is too short to resist.

so if you've ever gotten an email from me, you've seen this is my sign-off.
i tend to mumble to myself randomly alot, and much like a room full of monkeys typing until they write the full works of shakespeare by chance, sometimes i come up with something that means something to me.

let's face it. at some point, we'd all like to say "if i died tomorrow, i'd have lived a full life." personally, i can say "if i die tomorrow, i've lived more than most people will in their full lifetime.", and i think it's because, in some ways, i was raised with the above phrase in mind.

when i was four in amsterdam (true story), i ordered escargot at a restaurant. which apparently stunned the waiter, who sought confirmation from my mother. she approved, explaining that i had been taught that i was not allowed to decide that i DIDN'T like something until i actually TRIED it. and upon trying escargot, i had loved them, and she had been having trouble stopping me from ordering them everywhere we went.

it was a family rule around food that seems to have seeped into my entire life. i HATE people who say they don't like things without some form of exposure to it. there is SO much love in life (the use of CAPITAL LETTTERS, for example), why would anyone restrist their options, their taste buds, their options?

baffles the mind.

i'm not necessarily endorsing anarchy here, loves. just a healthy dose of curiousity and a willingness to taste things a little.

so i do believe that, no matter how your life unfolds, it's almost your duty to fill it to the top.

and maybe let a little spill over the rim.

what a man needs VS. what a man wants -

i think it's pretty clear by now that i'm opinionated.

and by opinionated, i mean: "generally right about most things."

now that may seem dictatorial and high handed, perhaps even a little egotistical, but i think you all know by now that i am only two of those three, and those of you who are just starting to read this blog . . . where the hell have you been?

anyway, i come to these conclusions largely out of experience (i.e. BEING right often. almost always.) and from the fact that i grew up with a mother who has impeccable taste. the kind where she could walk into any store in the world, cross the sales floor, hone in on the one case with the one, simplest piece, pull it out, and win the "most exclusive/limited/endangered species therefore pretty much most expensive" item in the store contest.

balloons didn't rain down or anything, but it was fun to watch.

so, anyway, etc., in matters of taste, i feel relatively comfortable making sweeping declarations, particularly if they are unreasonable or highly unlikely to be followed through upon by any but perhaps 1% of the population.

it's a gift.

here, my list of the things men really need to have a complete life:


a vintage, preferably limited edition,
perhaps dug up on a beach and in pristine condition then up for auction (true story),
rolex.


the new marni sunglasses. acetate. part raf, part eighties.


a marni tote.
(get over it. you all WANT a man-bag. just give in to the "murse".)


richard chai's entire fall men's line.
it's a first for him. it seems as perfect as his women's clothes.
and by seems, i mean "probably is."


the perfect closet. neatly arranged.
here is where they day begins, and ends.

it's like the new version of the la-z-boy.

and then,
let's be honest,
the one thing every little boy dreams of from the time he first sees the "wizard of oz"
(stupid dorothy. she should have seen the way out WAY earlier. we all did.)
and finally, we can afford them.

glitter shoes:



oh come ON.

they're even good for travel.

he sank my battleship!

but then,
he's been doing it for years.

by buying me flowers, you pervs.

by buying me FLOWERS.