A blend of Pinot Noir, Cabernet Franc and Negrette from the estate vineyards of Jérémie Mourat in the western Loire Valley. Fruity, floral, minerally and deep…the Collection rouge is one part ...
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. […]
This is really less of a look at wardrobe (less than, say, my Karen Retrospective) and more of a total love letter to the director of Prime—an unsung gem of a film. Outing myself as a total psycho here. I haven’t watched this movie often, but for the few times I have over these 9 […]