I love autumn. I love sweaters, and warm drinks, and leaf-peeping, and Billie Holiday, basically the idea of worshiping a gourd-shaped higher power. What I don’t love is the bizarre cult of the “PSL" and I for damn sure can tell you this is the most disgusting image I’ve ever seen:
Yes - fall is coming. Though we are all excited that Autumn is almost upon us, please, friends: you’re above this, the season deserves better (… sweater) your beverage is better than this.
Let’s call it what it is: a Reuben with an identity crisis.Yeah? But honestly, a reuben by any other name….
When we stroll, the pace of our feet naturally vacillates with our moods and the cadence of our inner speech; at the same time, we can actively change the pace of our thoughts by deliberately walking more briskly or by slowing down.That flâneur lifestyle.
What is little appreciated, though, is the grounding of individualism in collectivism.Happy 350th, New York. Still looking pretty swell after all these years. And still the greatest city in the world (in my humble opinion).
(or, anthro rugs.)
it’s your last chance to summer picnic! Get your hands on an Underwood can, and take the vino with you. I ain’t playing - yes, it’s wine, it’s in a can, but it is so much easier for light travel/outdoor imbibing than a bottle. But yeah, it’s wine, in a can … from Portland. So, you take the bad with the good.
Went to Storm King this weekend. As evidenced, it was beautiful and a really fun day trip. Go while the season - fummer - is perfect.
A galvanized pail of hot pretzel rolls, boiled in lye and studded with white salt crystals, like Amish rhinestones."Like Amish rhinestones" is an actual caption in this New York Times restaurant review.
From the series 122 Color Photographs
20″ × 16″
Keld Helmer-Petersen, 122 Color Photographs at Yossi Milo Gallery.