If I die and I don’t have a doctorate in Egyptology, look like Joan Rivers, and was not in some way connected with a telenovela, please let everybody at my wake know that I lived in vain and that they must work hard to do better than I did. Life goes by so very quickly, reader.
Picture it, Paris 2009, a cozy winter night, me in a vintage Dior suit, snow gently falling and making the streets glitter under the yellow streetlights. There I am in a highly regarded restaurant on Left Bank just a stone’s throw from Notre Dame. That evening would prove to be one of the most influential in my gastronomic life.
Monday: Why don’t you keep me in your thoughts and prayers and well wishes at this harrowing junction of my life? I’m not any more ill than usual, and I’m […]
LOVE: Ru Paul’s Drag Race All Stars Season 2: I still remember the very first episode of Drag Race that I ever watched. It was season two. I was in […]
Monday: Why don’t you go to an antique shop and purchase tons of old maps? They’re rarely expensive, and they look so charming. Take your new collection and use them […]
LOVE: Apple Music: When I first heard about Apple Music, I brushed it to the side, uninterested. It was going to be like Ping (remember that nonsense?), and besides, I […]
LOVE: Nescafé: I have never in my life consumed instant coffee. I own a bottle of instant espresso, but that’s for baking and not for drinking. If I want an espresso, […]
I don’t think I’ve ever been happier to see hipsters again as I was then. Hipsters and gays and fashionistas and rich bitches with faces so full of poison they’re […]
LOVE: Retina Displays: Never again will I willingly use a computer, tablet, or phone without a retina display. To use technology without them is to feel as though you regressed […]
Today was awesome and I think I found my calling. More on that later. It’s probably a false alarm anyway. I’ve made that bold declaration a hundred times before. I […]