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So many restaurants in New York give you amazing postcards at the end of your meal. A good lifehack for good free art is postcards–I have several framed in my house (one I got from Dimes of ladybugs having sex and another of a Mike Kelley piece from the Whitney are my favorites). I like to share the wealth and send good ones to my friends and my mom. Perfect way to entertain a table after dinner is to pick someone to send a postcard to and actually drop it in a mailbox after the meal. Who doesn’t love getting mail?
Aug 9, 2022
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A most perfect souvenir! Inexpensive, lots of options, don’t have to worry about where you’ll store it traveling home. I love sending them to friends but also always get some for myself. I often tape them into my journal with pictures or highlights from the trip. If they came from a specific location I like putting information pertaining to our visit on them (ex: getting one from a museum and writing the exhibits or favorite pieces you saw, getting one from a town or venue where you saw a concert and writing the set list)
Apr 17, 2024
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Whenever I see a museum exhibition I pick up a postcard of a work I like and write my great-grandma (100 yrs old, bless her!) a note. She became a painter later in life, her paintings of roses are some of my favorites of all time. I love sending her a little bit of NYC whenever I can. ☺️
Dec 22, 2023
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Send more postcards to friends & family when you’re on a trip or to long distance pals from wherever you live - such whimsy - and there is a thrill when you get a card in the mail!
Apr 6, 2024
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It’s rare for men to have je ne sais quoi, and I am obsessive about the ones who I think do. The depraved, roguish charm of Serge Gainsbourg has fascinated me for as long as I can remember, and so has Rod Serling’s ability to careen between sinister and comforting. I already regret saying this in a public forum, but when I interviewed Larry Gagosian, I detected a lot of that nameless quality in him–probably from his ability to self-efface freely with a fox-in-the-henhouse twinkle in his eye. Most recently, I’ve become completely enraptured by Gene Wilder’s peculiar energy, which ping-pongs irrationally between mellow yellow to tempestuous. The “Puttin’ On The Ritz” scene in Young Frankenstein makes my heart swell–imagine that man, with those watery, cornflower blue eyes, describing you as “What was once an inarticulate mass of lifeless tissues, [who is now] a cultured, sophisticated, man about town”...?
Aug 9, 2022
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A very smart ex-boyfriend of mine once told me that when you want to start incorporating something new into your life that feels like a burden, start by doing it in the most fancy, expensive way so that it doesn’t feel like a punishment. At that time, it meant buying only Whole Foods groceries for myself so that I’d make myself stay home and cook. Now I’ll cook whatever’s on sale or laying around. I used this for exercising too, starting at boutique classes and then graduating to free Youtube workouts. I hate flossing but I applied this mentality to trying to force myself to do it, and these flosses come in obnoxious DTC packaging and in shishi flavors like Cara Cara Orange and Pineapple Upside Down Cake. Making the flossing process a financial burden and a little bit more dynamic has improved my dental hygiene significantly.
Aug 9, 2022
I understand why, but it's so strange to me that parts of the body go in and out of style. Lol. I know boobs are decidedly *out* right now but I love showing off my underboob during the dog days of summer with these Sandy Liang tops. Peak ventilation! Excuse me, sir, but my eyes are down there.
Aug 9, 2022