Isn’t it weird how quickly we’ve progressed to the point where writing even one letter or postcard a day seems giant. Meanwhile, each day we pop off dozens of emails without really thinking.
I’m intrigued by this challenge. Not sure I’m up for it, but I’m definitely intrigued. You?
Dear Stephen,
All I have to show for my week is the recollection, forever burnt into my mind, of a nun standing outside a Phoenix Hooters watching the end of a football game. And this pretty memory of a cappuccino from Giant Coffee, where I would surely take you if we happened to find ourselves stranded in Phoenix.
This isn’t a yippee-skippy word, but it’s something I would share with you if we had more time to talk. Odd that the hyper-connectedness of the modern era makes me feel more lonely.
Perfect.
Thom Browne Fall/Winter 2012-2013 Menswear Paris Runway)
I want to live in this world.
(via nickelsonwooster)
I think we need to study this. If you’d rather relive it in an even more bite-sized reduction, social-media-style, enjoy it in morsel format here.
“You have to love your job. You must fall in love with your work.”
A tall order.
Did you eat it?
hello. is it me you’re looking for?
Can we check in about this?
I can’t imagine a more Bay Area-smelling video than this one.
Dear Stephen,
Why yes, yes we did. I even remember taking that photo. In the playground of imagination that is my MIND.
Never mind your fancy bragging about trips to Paris. I’m on to bigger, more important things, like getting my hands on this fauxtanical hydro-jargon miracle extract. Have you seen it? Maybe we can try it together, our little beauty regimen for the new year?
