Black for Balance
Jacqueline Farrara didn’t prepare for snow or ice. No one did for that matter. It’s near the end of April and the city is wrapped in a chilling sheet of sleet. We had finally given up on winter and embraced… READ MORE
Head and Heart
She hasn’t quite unpacked yet. The furniture in the living room looks settled and the cupboards in the kitchen are full but the bedroom is chaos, albeit organized. “I don’t know if I will find all my vintage,” she apologizes…. READ MORE
Shourouk
Our minds and bodies have been crying for it, praying for it, inexhaustibly whining, with every molecule of their being, and it’s finally here. Spring. The calendar reads March 5th. I am in Paris and the sky is clear, bright… READ MORE
Lost Angels
It’s about two o’clock in the afternoon when Carmen Hawk and Rodney Klein park their truck behind my rental car. I’ve been waiting on the sidewalk in front of their closed store for about half an hour, watching confused customers… READ MORE
Bye Bye Birdie
“Do you have any mascara??” she begs. I hear feverish rattling and shuffling noises coming from the tiny bathroom. When I answer a regretful “no” and scurry to offer help, I see Nora hunched over a make-up drawer. “I don’t… READ MORE
It’s a Hang
Something’s off with the camera. Even when I turn on the auto-focus the image is blurry and I can’t change the aperture. I try every button, lever and switch, but nothing’s working, except – ironically – the battery. This is… READ MORE
Nifty with Thrift
One could categorize vintage in three telling groups. One group would be what we call vintage, and entails everything that’s collected and worth collecting, the special pieces sort of speak, sometimes more than 25 years old. The second group would… READ MORE
Louder than My Voice
I must have gotten here at exactly the right time, because the light in Nicole’s Hollywood apartment is wrenchingly beautiful. You don’t get light like this in New York. Somehow it’s softer here, and in a relentless state of out-of-focus… READ MORE
Stapled and Xeroxed
“Penny..!!” she yells up the stairs. We wait a few seconds for a sign of life. “Penny??” she tries again. “Are you sleeping?” It is 11 AM on a cold Sunday morning. The house is quiet except for the dog’s… READ MORE
Time Travel
During what reporters describe as a record breaking cold front in November, I find 34-year old Bianca Turetsky curled up in a white Eames bucket chair in her living room. She looks very much like I’d expect any full-time writer… READ MORE
Now I Love Football
Little by little, by not more than word of mouth and keen observance, I have discovered that there is a small school of girls in New York – like fish in a pond – whose free-spirited, sprightly esthetic has not… READ MORE
