One of My Favorite Films: Fading Gigolo

There are certain books I re-read from year to year, always finding something new in them, and there are a handful of films that fall into that category too. One of them is writer, director and actor John Turturro’s 2014 elegiac gem, Fading Gigolo. It’s a film that surprised me: When I saw Woody Allen’s…

Spontaneous Homage N0. 3

The purity of ingredients; the fine, laser-like focus of flavors; the dense, high-butterfat creaminess;  the supreme elegance of an all-natural composition that eschews fillers and stabilizers; the wisdom in producing a pistachio ice cream that is chock-full of pistachios (necessary in an ice-cream where the nut itself is the main flavorant) and a sesame brittle…

Built for Speed

I never tire of looking at photos of rabbits. These two stop-motion photos of wild rabbits sprinting through the winter landscape are fascinating. Rabbits’ bones are very fragile, though these creatures have great muscular strength, particularly in their hind quarters (as evidenced by their thumping, which is loud). This combination of a light skeleton and well-developed musculature…

The Case for Lawns

Today everything is covered in six inches of snow that arrived on the wings of a winter storm last night, but only a few days ago when I snapped this photo, the temperature was in the 50s and it felt like winter was breaking up. Having lived in Pennsylvania for most of my life, I know…

She Was Just Passing Through

She was just passing through, on her way to Alaska on her motorcycle with her black-and-tan Chihuahua dog tucked into a sidecar that served as his doghouse. I can’t remember her name, only what she looked like: a tall, big-boned woman with a wide, smiling face—her long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail—wearing leather…

Want.

There are so many cute bunny plates that I see in the Pottery Barn and Pier One catalogs. If I had room for more dishware I’d buy some, but I don’t, so I just enjoy looking at them. Here are some of my favorites (not necessarily from this year’s catalogs … I got caught up…

“Drunk as Drunk” — My favorite love poem by Pablo Neruda

DRUNK AS DRUNK Translated from the Spanish by Christopher Logue Drunk as drunk on turpentine From your open kisses, Your wet body wedged Between my wet body and the strake Of our boat that is made of flowers, Feasted, we guide it – our fingers Like tallows adorned with yellow metal – Over the sky’s…

Beautiful wintry quote from the novel Doctor Zhivago

“I love the warm, dry winter breath of the cellar, the smell of earth, roots, and snow that hits you the moment you raise the trap door as you go down in the early hours before the winter dawn, a weak, flickering light in your hand. “You come out; it is still dark. The door creaks…

The Sweet Nothingness of Cartier La Panthère Édition Soir perfume

A couple of months ago I ordered a bottle of a perfume I’d fallen deeply in love with — Must de Cartier — which I purchased through the Cartier website in order to get the older-style refill bottle. I’m really glad I did so! Their service was fast, the packaging was elegant, and they sent me spray…

Dreaming of summer and listening to Band of Horses

  Boxer and I have been dreaming about summer and listening to Band of Horses. This song, “Whatever, Whenever,”  has a wistful quality as well as shades of Beach Boys harmonics about it. Have a listen.