Dear Levi’s: You’ve Lost Me
My favorite pair of rigid, selvedge, raw denim Levi's has been replaced by an imposter that insists on stretching.
My favorite pair of rigid, selvedge, raw denim Levi's has been replaced by an imposter that insists on stretching.
"New York, New York" belongs to Frank and to Liza. Recording a cover of such a sacred and iconic song is a daring prospect. This new interpretation by Daisy Dash hits it from a very unexpected angle, with a tone very reflective of our current moment.
Some days are good. Other days are not so good. But I have enough experience and hindsight to know that this, too, shall pass. In the meantime... much to watch, listen to, read and write.
One of my favorite voices on style was on NPR's Fresh Air yesterday. Tim Gunn talked about his own approach to clothes while we're on lockdown, his evolution on criticizing the "comfort trap" and much more. It was a great interview. (But it was Terry Gross talking to Tim Gunn. Of course it was a great interview.)
A sensible daily checklist for those of us in isolation during the pandemic.
Music. It's one of the things getting me through this odd time in isolation. Here's my curated Spotify playlist for May. Enjoy!
When it comes to food, I'm not fancy. And with a limited budget and a very limited kitchen, I have to keep it VERY simple.
After three years in Cleveland, I moved back to New York City in mid January, just when the coronavirus was in out-of-town previews. For two months, I reveled in the joy of being back in my beloved Gotham and had a brief flirtation with a hologram known as “job security.” Since the shit really hit the fan after my last paid workday in March, I’ve been basically staring out the window in between meals, phone calls, virtual gatherings on Zoom, naps and dog walks, wondering what the fuck.
Like Ally Sheedy in The Breakfast Club, I had nothing better to do.
In a political culture where visual perception is king, Biden looks better. The photographs prove it.