Being a David Chang ball-fondler, at first I thought Cookiebar’s logo and the name were a little too close to resembling Momofuku’s Milkbar. This minor detail kept me away longer than it should have. On our way home from recreational meandering, I finally went in. All of the employees are under 30-years-old.

1.  People Walking Their Bikes Home When They Are Too Drunk It’s 7:30, on a Sunday. The sun has gone down. It was a nice park day, or perhaps a local sports team competed in a pivotal match. It doesn’t make a difference, since this is the witching hour and

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If this past week is any indication, the heat is a-comin’ and, going into my second New York City Summer, I’m reminded of a few things. I desperately need an AC First of all, let’s just be clear that the thought of me installing an air conditioning unit in my

Books and Summer. Such a lovely marriage. Don’t you think? A beautiful story unfolding with every word, as the sun shines on the city, can be as calming as sounds of waves crashing onto the shore on a moonlit night. In fact, any season is the perfect season for reading.

Yesterday the skies were covered in a quilted blanket of grey skies, and as I stood there holding the petite blue umbrella that just barely sheltered me from the rain, it dawned on me that the Summer was over. Officially the warm weathered season’s final day is on Friday, September

These are my resort-themed Mom capris: They’re covered in colorful hibiscus-print, and have the names of exotic locales like “Martinique” and “St. Lucia” stamped all over them, in a font that can only can be described as “Tiki-esque.”  They’re high-waisted and saggy-legged and cut at the most unflattering part of

Dear, Winter I am writing you this letter in hopes that you answer my question—where the fuck are you? I have lived in the great city of New York for 25 years and this has got to be the hottest season of winter that I have ever experienced. You and

It’s the middle of September, which means it’s summertime and the livin’s easy in San Francisco. What are you going to do this weekend to celebrate those long awaited rays of golden light  finally shining down to warm your skin in the city otherwise covered in fog? How about lounging