New York City
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ICYMI: My “Local Expert” Wanderlists on Afar
Back when I was a young journalism student earnestly turning in assignments for my early classes, I fell in love with two newly released magazines that not only bucked the trend of dying mastheads by having the audacity to print, but also epitomized the kind of journalism I aspired to. The first was Monocle, with…
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Wine and Me: Contextualizing My Enjoyment
As I find myself falling more deeply in love with wine—its pleasures, its history, its nuance and subtleties—I also find myself more reflective of how I am where I am now. I was never a huge wine drinker before, and even food was a passing interest, nothing more than the food I shoved down my…
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V is for Vintage
Whoever says print is dead is a dirty rotten liar. Case in point: Peruse the vintage and archival collection of magazines in SoHo’s VFILES [12 Mercer, 212.804.6400] and you’ll still find inspiration in the fashion stories of seasons past, or in the words of once-in-a-generation writers gracing the pages of Vogue, Harper’s Bazaar, or Esquire. A collaboration between Visionaire…
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Explore + Stuff: My Self-Improvement Regimen
What follows is nothing more than a State of the Union of my pop culture spongedom. While I loves me some episodes of Bachelor Pad and the Housewives, I do like to temper my baser urges with higher pursuits, along with a soupçon of irreverent knowledge hoarding. If you’re looking for some fresh material to while away this…
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Twisted Growing Pains: Life in New York City + Learning to Cope
My first year anniversary in New York City is around the corner (August 15), and it’s a big day for me. While an obvious temporal marker, it is also an opportunity to reflect on my time here. As the day gets closer, I can only pause and reflect on where I started to where I…
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In Honor of Bastille Day: 5 New York City French Food “Musts”
Le sigh. What is it about French food? Though I’ve never been to France, I can’t get enough of the timelessness of a soul-warming cassoulet, or escargot dripping in garlic butter, or crunchy and light baguette. French food is, at its core, simple and life-affirming. In honor of the numerous yumgasms I’ve experienced courtesy of…
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In Which I Decide to go for a Run
Today, I went on a run through Brooklyn. Don’t laugh; I’m actually not the tubby, bed-ridden troll my food and wine posts will have you believe. Now, this post is more a thinky, “I have feelings about something” post, mostly about my move to this city. So there I was, halfway across the Brooklyn Bridge…
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Priests + Persimmons: Pairing a Spanish White with a Deadend Date
It’s few and far between that any wine leaves a bad taste in my mouth, especially when it’s something as delicious as this Can Feixes, from Spain. But when you get, you know, scorned or something by no less than *ahem* a priest, well, bad taste is all you have left. (Disclaimer: he was Episcopalian and…
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Dining Out: M. Wells Diner
A good friend invited me along to dinner at M. Wells last Tuesday, my second day in New York. Because the diner (yes, diner) is slated to close at the end of the month, my friend thought it would be a good opportunity for me to experience it. And boy, did I ever. On the same day, M.…
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