For this week, a little feel-good bubblegum to lighten the mood.
It’s been a rough haul for a myriad of reasons. A real pressure cooker. This playlist was spawned from an urge to “bust out” a little bit with some of my favorite rock tunes.
People love to hate the subway. But in spite of all its problems (and it has many), I love the New York City Subway.
My prescribed sartorial on-camera upgrade for podcast host, writer, professor, emergent prince of all media and my future ex-boyfriend, Scott Galloway.
When Covid-19 hit, many New Yorkers skipped town, assuming that the suburbs would be safer during the pandemic. That assumption was not necessarily accurate.
A new feel-good playlist as we start a new year with new hope. As always, enjoy what you like and leave the rest.
In this re-engagement with the podcast, I’m recalling (and adding to) the values I explored when I created this blog more than a decade ago.
I had the distinct pleasure of being the subject of a new short video from the fine folks at Streetfilms in NYC.
We all love a t-shirt. And a custom, made-to-order process that leaves no waste or unsold garments is a compelling one. But can (or will) people spend $64 for one?
As I sit here writing this, alone, in the middle of one of the scariest periods in our lifetime, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world.
The decline in eyesight that comes with middle age does not mean one needs to be condemned to ugly drugstore reading glasses.
Especially in this time of unparalleled uncertainty, a crisp white dress shirt, a tailored jacket and a pair of polished wingtips can help remind me that all civilization is not necessarily lost and maybe even still worth celebrating a bit. Sweatpants don’t do that for me.
I had the June playlist ready to publish on the first of the month and completely forgot about it. But, alas, here it is, with a lot of extra to make up for it. Enjoy.
In an uncertain time when so much has been taken away from us, it’s nice to have a reason to get dressed, which takes away some of the sting