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Heaven can wait.

Probably the single thing taking up the most space on my hard drive is photos of Kate Hudson and Chris Robinson, back when they were together and playing out all my personal fantasies in real-time, in front of flash bulbs, where I could later cut them out of pages and hoard them in my journal. […]

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An open apology to Michael Shannon.

I can’t seem to let this one slide. So I’m gonna get it off my chest. The morning after an exceptional wedding in Brooklyn, Rob had flown early back to Oregon and I packed up the hotel room, fuzzily pounded a mimosa, threw on my backpack, then set out to walk the Brooklyn Bridge by […]

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Another Oregon wine harvest comes to a close.

We’ve got lots to catch you up on. It was an amazing, challenging harvest out in Oregon this year; Rob has lots of stories and amazing photos to share when he gets back. [I will crack the whip on this, don't worry.] I have to say, as much as I missed him and want him […]

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Happy day of birth, Roberto!

[Daughters of the Liberation jacket + Moyna sequined vest + AG legging jeans + Sam Edelman boots + Sam & Lavi blouse + Anthro feather necklace + Dannijo bag. Most important is the beer: the beer is Saison DuPont. Write that down.] Took my number one dude down to the river for a pre-birthday dinner […]

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New Year’s Day

After powering through a 6-course sparkling wine dinner hosted by The Barrel Thief for our favorite customers, then some party time/ball drop time with a little 1990 Jean Bourdy Côtes du Jura (It took Kylie, a loyal BT team member, about 10 minutes upon return to work yesterday to notice that we drank her birth […]

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The Oregon trail.

[Cargo in Portland, OR. I could spend all day---and all my monies---here.] I never arrive in Oregon without a bang.

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Corks, caftans, and ‘copters.

In case you haven’t noticed, Carey secretly, or not so secretly, wishes she was at least partly Native American. Embracing feathers, tassels, moccasins, turquoise, and  furry cuffs has no longer been enough lately—she explained this to me on a bike ride. We are even preparing to construct a tipi in our living room. So I […]

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