“Jesus be a closet full of grails and good foundations”

I was talking with D this week about the progress we’ve made (and haven’t made) in curbing our enthusiasm for buying clothes. Lately, it seems we aren’t binge shopping (as was the style between 2009 and 2011) and instead are thoughtfully considering what to add before adding anything.

At first I was excited that we’d finally reached a higher plane of understanding and fiscal responsibility, but then quickly realized it’s because we’ve managed to find and buy most of the things we’ve been pining for for years. And I guess that’s what should happen after searching and failing and searching and buying sub-par versions of things and selling them and finally (FINALLY) finding what you’ve been looking for on eBay one night after crying about your latest bad date or horrible workday and you’ve had just enough wine so you think maybe your eyes are deceiving you, but no, they aren’t and that really IS that pair of Rick Owens thigh high boots/THEE Céline Bam-Bams/that Helmut Lang blazer/insert whatever it is you’ve been looking for since it showed up on (your former fave’s) blog back in 2010…

I mean, yes, once you’ve managed to do that for all your grails, what’s left is to make sure the rest of your stuff is nice and fits well and works with your grails; and that’s how it should be. This is how you know you’ve arrived at closet nirvana and can now move on to dealing with the real issues in your life that you’ve been avoiding by shopping. YAY!

…but that doesn’t actually happen because then you realize that the bath and beauty product world is also a THING and you have a whole new world to explore. In case you were curious, Glossier, Belle Butters and BeeLux reign supreme in my bathroom.  The Lip Bar also makes really nice lipsticks.



I re-upped my domain for another year…maybe I’ll write more. I want to write more.

I made pants

One night, I was making a mental list of things that make me happy. Saturday was my day to indulge myself in two of them – making things and completing niggling tasks.

Back at the end of November, I had a firm fixation on making a pair of high-waist flares.  Part of it was because I never really got over the FW 2010 Miu Miu bell bottoms, and part of it was because I didn’t trust the selection I saw online. Armed with intentions, I bought a pattern and four yards of a four way stretch ponte. Naturally, when I got the package in the mail, I put it in the closet and didn’t touch it for months.

Friday night, while revisiting that list of things that make me happy, I decided it was time to tackle the project.  After roughly 16 hours, a YouTube tutorial, and muddling my way through alterations and their implications, I finished.  I was completely out of my element, but it felt awesome to create a wearable thing with these hands.

Next time, I’ll adjust the pattern beforehand…having to completely rework the fit of a pair of pants solo is NOT. FUN.

Small acts of self care

Belle Butters, oils, and Glossier

These are a few of my favorite thingssssss
Top shelf: GLOSSIER Phase 1 + Boy Brow (still stanning for this, idc idc), MARIO BADESCU buffering lotion
Bottom shelf: raw honey + turmeric mask, BELLE BUTTERS Tanning Butter, Aesop hydrating serum, BB Mango Butter, BB oil cleanser, almond oil

If you don’t already, take a shower before you go to bed. Twenty minutes before getting in that shower, put a mask on your face.  Let it sit. Rinse it off. Apply a serum or oil or something nourishing to your face. Floss. Brush your teeth. Hop in the shower. Turn up the water a little hotter than normal and take a deep breath. Wash yourself intently. Exfoliate. Use that spin brush or a Salux or rub really hard with a face flannel. Take a pumice stone to your feet. Take longer than normal to rinse off the soap. Get out of the shower and pat yourself dry with a towel. Grab your coconut oil and/or almond oil and or Belle Butters. Moisturize the house down, even those places you routinely neglect or forget because you have no time.  It’s all skin and it likes attention. Take your time. Don’t forget your feet. Or nail beds. Moisturize your face. Massage it a bit. Take a moment to look at yourself in the mirror and say “I love you” to the person you see back. Get ready for bed (put on the cute pajamas if you have them). Slide under the covers. Go to sleep feeling like a god/dess.  Wake up feeling softer than baby cheeks.


And no, this post was not sponsored by Belle Butters. I genuinely love the products that much. They work and last forever.




The day I met Paige Powell and the thoughts that followed, Part 1

This week, an opportunity arose to visit the Portland Art Museum to tour “The Ride” – an exhibition of archived photography and video by Paige Powell – led by the woman herself. Normally, I pass on things that cut into the work day, but something in my gut told me to just go.

Side note: one of my non-resolutions this year was to say “yes” more often.

I walked over with a friend of mine and we met up with a larger group and Paige. After introductions and (not-so) secretly Snapchatting her outfit, we  headed over to the building where the exhibit is housed.

The entrance to “The Ride” is very unassuming; a large black wall with plain white text and a photo of Andy Warhol beside it. Around that wall, however, is a hallway plastered on both sides with floor-to-ceiling stills from the Factory. Very immersive and impressive. Through that hallway, Paige led us to the main exhibit where, in an alcove, hundreds of printed photos covered surface. The floor, ceiling, and three walls were papered with her memories and stories of friends, contemporaries, and people she met. Warhol, Basquiat, Keith Haring, Madonna, Grace Jones, the drag queens of the NY ballroom scene, the Fab Five. The contrast between how we see those same people and how she saw them was stark.

“Did you realize you were taking such iconic photos?”

“Not at all – we were just hanging out.”


She graciously answered our questions and recounted the places and people in the pictures we pointed out. She spoke about the residents of Harlem in the 80’s and how much the neighborhoods have changed; how much New York has changed. I could hear the disappointment in her voice as she talked about places she’d documented that no longer exist. At that moment, I realized that I was standing with a direct link to a past that I romanticize. The more she spoke, the more common and everyday everyone seemed. As revered as Basquiat and Warhol are, to see them hanging out and having fun, not as artists but as Jean-Michel and Andy doing  cool things with their friends, was relieving in an odd sense. At that moment, I saw all of these iconic people as just people.


On a wall outside of the photo room are three videos that play within a large projection of Jean-Michel watching television in the back of a limousine. One is of Andy Warhol, one of Keith Haring painting the massive papier-mâché elephant, and one of a group of people hanging out at the Factory. I didn’t catch much of these videos, but plan to go back to view them.

I wonder if the weight of maintaining a persona ever became too much for the artists that recur in the exhibit. Then I wonder the same thing about all of us. There isn’t much of a difference between what Paige did then and what we do now, save for technology, immediacy, and the breadth of distribution over social media…I wonder how much we consciously put on our “Warhol suits” in order to maintain the narrative of who others think we are (or what we want them to think we are) and how that affects us. Is anyone really real or is this all performance art?

It’s late and this all feels very meta.