Not that I’m a pusherman, but a deal’s a deal. Wish I knew about this before I bought that sexy, zip up long-sleeved bathing suit last week. I’d hope that ...
Hey! Things were getting a little serious around here, so I figured I’d tell y’all a quick story to lighten things up. It’s called “The Follow-Up Flush.” It hails from a small, legendary all-girls’ prep school in Richmond, VA. In an era full of Double Dare, Don Johnson and the Doobie Brothers. These were girls […]
I’ve been having so many revelations about getting older lately. The most recent was a sort of cracked, hysterical concession. I noted that, contrary to original assumptions about my persona (psychotically competitive and perfectionist), hanging out with people younger than I am was not going to be about competing with them, and definitely not about keeping […]
Remember when I used to work from home? So do I. Because I had a snowday recently and got to wear a rock tee. Without a blazer. Hmph. -C.
If you’ve had a few weeks anything like the few weeks I’ve had, you’re in the mood to spend some moolah. I’m here to help. Running Mar 3 until this Sunday the 8th!! Head over to my homegirl Shopbop and tell me what you get. -C.
Do you listen to the WTF with Marc Maron podcast? No? It’s my happy place. Incidentally, do you know who Nick Tosches is? I didn’t either—until Wednesday morning when I was driving to work, convinced I wasn’t going to last another three days under the skull-crushing pressure I’ve put myself under as of late. […]
This is rather akin to documenting the trajectory of a really bad chin zit. Because I hate Sundays. I haven’t liked them since as long as I can remember. Melancholy, anti-climatic, full of dread. I had a family friend/professional counselor once suggest I create a Sunday night ritual to look forward to—something to reassign emotion […]
A little bit of December, a little bit of January—my view on the world. Just little things that made me happy along the way—controlling the input and all. Cheers! -C. [Hanging with Eli while he gorged himself on grass, then threw it up inside on the staircase. Florida suits his sensibilities.]
Man—few better ways to crank in the new year than breaking an old vow: I trolled out on the ‘net. But I swear I’ve got a motive. Let’s start from the top. When I was wee, my dad marched my narrow little ass out onto the front porch and took me by the shoulders. […]
[Sparrow blanket skirt from Anthro + T by Alexander Wang classic long sleeved pocket tee + Joie booties + Warby Parker Nash glasses.] …wear clothes to work that are essentially made of blankets, then eyeball everyone all angry, like, “The hell are you doing in my bed, jerkoff?” -C.
[Rag & Bone Skinny Repair jeans + Need/Supply Knightsbridge sweater + Sigerson booties.] In the weeds, guys. In the weeds. Can barely respond to emails, let alone accomplish things I’m responsible for that people pay me to do. When I push the toothpaste out of the tube in the morning, I skip so far […]
[Vintage Steppenwolf t-shirt + scalloped cocoon cardigan + black cotton seamed pants + Edelman Louies.] I’m aware that I can be a little boring here. Maybe even a one-trick pony. There are better writers, a multitude of cooler photos to look at, smarter blogs, whatever. But it’s what I can’t say that holds me back. […]