The statement, style, and song that I’m obsessed with right now.
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 recent episode of GIRLS got me thinking about the problem with relying too heavily on the Nora Ephron maxim “everything is copy” when we write.
“You have said that writing is a hostile act; I have always wanted to ask you why.” Dabbling in Queen Didion, as per usual.