Weekend Whimsy: Grey Skies

Seems it will be a pretty grey weekend in Brooklyn over the next few days. Perfect for roasting a chicken, cleaning the apartment and reading a few articles — maybe even writing one.

Looking for books to read this winter? Bustle has pulled together Hannah Horvath’s Reading List and Judy Blume and Lena Dunham curated a reading list for The Cut.

Darling have partnered with Soul Pancake to create the digital series That’s What She Said — their first video looks beautiful and touches on the always interesting concept of body image.

This easy face mask might be a nice addition to a lazy weekend. Plus, a winter skin saver!

Meryl Streep wins every time. Plus, I’m sort of obsessed with the idea that she and Emma Thompson are friends – throw in Diane Keaton and you have my dream dinner party.

Hope it’s a beautiful weekend folks!



Autumn From Afar

Word from New York is that fall has begun but here it’s summer, summer, summer.  Tomorrow I’m going to the farmer’s market to buy as many figs as possible before I have to leave. Otherwise it’s family time day and night.

It’s all a bit of a whirlwind but here are a few things to love this first fall day:

The blog Sarah Lawrence Girls is making me nostalgic for September classes and sharp pencils – some pretty damn fine ladies  coming out of my college if I say so myself.

Fall is the perfect time of year to dress like Diane Keaton – specifically the Annie Hall years.

Rhiannon by Best Coast – the way to start a fall morning. With tea and pancakes and bacon – yes please.

A Lot Like Growing Up


I turned 25.

I stood up inside of a tree.

I read poetry.

I went to a pajama party.

I saw a seal.

I packed a lunch every day for Michael’s first week of school.

I filmed a trailer.

I attended a beautiful wedding (at the Plaaaaaza).

I (finally) re-arranged our bedroom.

And now, now that it’s all been done, I’m back.

It’s too hot and too busy to be September but somehow it still is.

This summer was intense but beautiful. The whole thing was definitely permeated by the sense of an ending to the freedom that Michael and I have tried so hard to cultivate. That end was scary, but it  marked the beginning of something truly special: a new level of commitment to our lives and our development, to our careers and our dreams. It feels a lot like growing up. Though we tried to slough off this pressure we rarely managed to. Instead, we did the best we could. We packed sun drenched afternoons with dates and dalliances and we curled up in bed as often and as late as possible and we held on tight to what we knew. Now that it’s all begun it feels far less ominous. This is our world now:  early mornings, long days, short nights for catching up and cooking dinner, one glorious Sunday a week dedicated to laying or adventuring or whatever strikes our fancy. Plus,  a  million little other things in between (read: guests, work, homework, family, birthdays, holidays). We’re just taking it one day at a time.