With enough baggage entrenched in our lives already, the things we carry can quickly become another burden, and one of the few that’s rather easy to let go of. Yet many of us continue to cling to certain collections, so why is that? What do these arbitrary arrangements do for us, exactly?
A trip to Brooklyn results in a little sartorial nausea, courtesy of the trying-so-hard-to-be-hip transplants crawling out of every nook and cranny. On the other hand, my native-to-NYC friend doesn’t seem to be trying much at all, and blows them out of the water.
A bad date gets me thinking about the inner-war between the outfits we truly like to wear versus the outfits we sometimes feel we should wear.
A spring forecast of the sartorial-meets-attitude persuasion.
The once-alluring myth of Coachella waned as I got older and began to realize that this California party scene was, in fact, pretty vapid. It became clear that, to most people, attending the shows was less about the music and more about making moves.
While dabbling in vino, German philosophy, or swaths of cashmere is all well and good, a more all-inclusive strain of luxury has been rapidly forming–one that transcends taut definition and allows for an exciting melange of things high and low, textbook-right and textbook-wrong. To put it simply: luxury has been Kanye West-ed.
Inspired by the brilliant Meh List published every week in The Sunday Magazine of The New York Times, I thought I’d start crafting my own, in a similar spirit to my Dear Diary posts.
Am I convinced that eternal coupledom is THE route to take—an American Dream worth having? Not exactly. But, damn, is it an appealing ideal.
Chicago is the Michelle Branch Video That Nurtures My Soul (Or, How We Project Different #Feelings onto Different Locales)
As I’m sure is the case for all you other brothers, specific places are symbolic for me and can ignite particular moods via the simple fact of their existence. Chicago is my geographical equivalent of a giant hug, or perhaps that counterintuitive relief we feel after a body-rattling cry.