In the midst of twixtmas, a glorious spring day.
Sound dating advice from Les Liaisons Dangereuses
When I peep the marvis toothpaste in my christmas stocking
Finally, someone on the internet with a refreshing design philosophy.
Jared Frank’s Silverlake Home (via Apartment Therapy)
“It was a pleasant enough fantasy. I did well within it, better, in fact, than I had while my office, my clients, my work, had been serious matter, hard-core reality. As is only right in one’s fantasy, I was at ease, relaxed, calm. I won a new account one day, charmed a colleague into peace after months of altercations the next. I worked tirelessly, suspended. Minor annoyances over which I would have fretted in the past—a phone call not returned, a longer than reasonable wait for a client’s decision, a coffee stain on my sleeve half an hour into my day—no longer mattered…The reality of my days was replaced by surface equanimity and a blandness to the core.”
—Elizabeth McNeill, Nine and a Half Weeks
Impromptu erotica in the paint shop
High times in Brooklyn on a Friday
Work perk
Before, during, after.
Trixie & Mikayla; 12/3/24
Visiting the ducks will cure whatever ails you.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about this play while I was watching it, but now I can’t get it out of my head.
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
“We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,”
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
—Oliver Herford
“Every couple lives in the shadow of the third, whether they admit it or not, and in some sense, it is the lurking presence of potential others that consolidates their bond.”
— Esther Perel, The State of Affairs
Autumn stroll