Saturday, September 11, 2021

A poignant photograph, nº2.

The Statue of Liberty and the Twin Towers at sunset, photographed by Jake Rajs.

A poignant photograph.

Photo taken on September 1, 2001.

via Flickr.

Wednesday, August 11, 2021

Italian Spaghetti Chairs.

Spaghetti Outdoor Lounge Chair. Made in Italy. Designed in the 1970s.

Summer afternoons in my Nonna's and Nonno's backyard encapsulated in one object.

Monday, August 2, 2021

I'd like to be here...

Casa Finisterra by Steven Harris Architects. Cabo San Lucas, Baja California Sur, Mexico, 2014.

... sipping my morning coffee.

Tuesday, July 20, 2021

Hot, sunny New York.

Source: unknown.

It was hot and humid today,and the sunlight was exactly this color. Funny enough, it's precisely on this kind of summer day when the Big Apple gives me the warm nostalgic fuzzies.

Friday, May 28, 2021

I love butterflies...

Source: unknown.

I just saw my first butterfly of the season delicately fluttering around my garden today.

Thursday, February 25, 2021

February oasis.


Wish I was here.

Tuesday, February 16, 2021

Rolex two-tone President bracelet.

Al Pacino, photographed by Harvey Wang. Palisades, NY, 1984.

I'm going to go out on a limb and venture to guess that Pacino is wearing what looks like a Rolex Day-Date with a two-tone President bracelet... Either way, I think it's a pretty iconic look (for a pretty iconic guy).

Monday, February 15, 2021

Monday morning schlep.

Gillian Anderson in The North Face Nuptse jacket, 1998.


How I greeted the week. Wash, rinse, repeat.

Tuesday, February 9, 2021

Layered gold necklaces.

Anjelica Huston and Jack Nicholson, circa 1973.

I love what Anjelica Huston is wearing in this photo, from her effortless eye makeup to the black silk dress that conforms to her lithe frame. But I most especially love the detail of her casually layered gold necklaces because they look like something she never takes off and are just a part of her, no matter what she is wearing.

Monday, February 8, 2021

Monday morning cuppa.


If someone asked me to sum up daily, routine life in NYC in a picture, this is one I would personally choose: a cup of coffee at a local diner.

Friday, January 1, 2021

Buon anno 2021 with Sophia Loren.

Sophia Loren, circa early 1960s.

Happy New Year! And a Sophia Loren glamour shot for good luck.

Thursday, December 31, 2020

Holiday game night with Carte Napoletane.

Spanish-suited cards of the Napoletane deck, which is widely used across central and southern Italy.

The Negroni: my favorite cocktail and symbol of the Italian aperitif.


I'm preparing to celebrate the end of the year with a relaxing and enjoyable night at home...

The origin of this iconic drink is said to date back to Florence in 1919, when Count Camillo Negroni asked the bartender Fosco Scarselli at the iconic Caffè Giocosa, to strengthen his favorite drink, the Americano, with a shot of gin in place of the usual soda water.

1 ounce (30 ml) gin
1 ounce (30 ml) Campari
1 ounce (30 ml) red, semi-sweet Vermouth (aka Vermouth Rosso)
Slice of orange or a sliver of orange peel for garnish

1. Fill a low tumbler with ice until it is ¾ full.
2. Add the gin, Campari, and Vermouth to the tumbler.
3. Stir until combined and well-chilled.
4. Garnish with a slice of orange (as it is served in Italy), or with a sliver of orange peel (as it is served outside of Italy).

Friday, December 25, 2020

Gloria 'n cielo e pace 'n terra!

The Mystical Nativity or Adoration in the Forest, painted by Fra Filippo Lippi, c.1459.

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God... And the Word became flesh and made His dwelling among us. We have seen His glory, the glory of the one and only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth... For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. (John 1:1,14, 3:16)

Thursday, December 24, 2020

Christmas Eve, 2020.

The Neapolitan Baroque Crèche and Christmas tree at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

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Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

Friday, December 4, 2020

Warm lights.

1. The New Yorker Hotel sign and the Chrysler Building. 2. The New Yorker Hotel sign and the Empire State Building, photographed by Jay B. Wilson.

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This is a cozy sight to me. For some reason, it reminds me of this time of year in particular, like heading out on a blustery December night for dinner reservations with some friends. The holidays and lots of lights: two things that make this city so viscerally memorable.

Wednesday, November 25, 2020

Red nails.


I'm on the prowl for just the right shade of red nail polish for my complexion. Unfortunately, it mostly ends up looking berry or fuchsia on me, which must have something to do with my undertones. Who knew a classic color could be so complicated? But I take comfort in the fact that I am not alone in my dogged pursuit.

N.B. So far, Chanel Pirate (year-round) and Essie Clambake (summertime) have met the required standard.

Wednesday, November 18, 2020

Black puffer jacket.

Amy Wesson, Isaac Mizrahi S/S 1997, photographed by Somsack Sikhounmuong.

This Is What New York Fashion Week Looked Like Before Influencers & Instagram:

“It was probably just around 1997 and I’d started as a design student at Parsons. Coming to New York from Toronto was like hitting the jackpot. My dorm roommate at the time took me to meet his friend Ellen, and when we went to her apartment, she had a photo of Kate Moss framed on her table. She told me she took the photo herself, and I was like, 'Wait, you can do that?' She told me, 'Yes, there are fashion shows that are happening up in Bryant Park soon, and you just have to go up there and hang out, see what’s happening.' This was back when New York Fashion Week started in October, it was the fourth leg of the shows after London, Milan, and Paris. So it was October, and I ran to Duane Reade to get a disposable camera, took the N train up to Bryant Park, and just waited outside of the tents.

It was really strange because there were no bloggers, there was no street style; this was So I found myself waiting at the exit of the tents with a bunch of industry photographers, and there weren’t even that many—I think I was maybe one of four people. I would hang out there if I didn’t sneak into the show or backstage, and I would just call the models by name and ask them for a photo. This was prior to the idea of a celebrity model, outside of the Supers; so I think they were probably a bit taken aback to hear me call them by name, but they would oblige most of the time, and if they weren’t in a rush, they would pose, and you’d say, 'Thank you,' and they’d be on their way.

I would definitely try to sneak into the shows when I could, and security then was pretty loose. The shows I always had on my list and the ones that I always tried to sneak into were Anna Sui, Marc Jacobs (who showed away from the tents), and Isaac Mizrahi. These were the must-stake-out shows. It was such an insider industry in the 1990s, so you would have to pull out WWD and find the calendar in there, and if I couldn’t, I would call the press offices of the brands and pretend to be someone’s assistant confirming the time, date, and place for a show. It was a different era then, and it was special, because if you really wanted to see what was going to happen in fashion in six months, you had to be at the shows, you’d have to try and find your own way in. Also, the only photos of models I’d ever seen were runway pictures, so snapping them candidly was a nice way to see models in their real clothes, their real uniforms. That stayed in my mind, and I think informed a lot of what I do now at Alex Mill and what I did when I was at J.Crew—the idea that looking great doesn’t have to equate to ultra-glamour and it doesn’t have to cost a lot of money.

I’ve kept these photos in a shoebox in my closet for the last 20 years. I’d say I probably have around 100 of them and they’ve always helped inspire me as a designer. I can still remember the excitement of dropping the film off at the photo counter at Duane Reade and the excitement of picking up the photos. Sometimes a whole roll would be garbage because the models didn’t pose long enough or they’d be fuzzy, but sometimes you’d find these really special photos that you didn’t even know you took. I love having these memories because it was a time when the industry was solely made up of people who really, really loved fashion and who just wanted to see the clothes, who loved the models. Now, there are just so many people, and it’s hard to tell who is going to the show and for what reasons, which makes it a little less special to me. Now, I am usually 99 percent sure that almost everyone is dressing up to be photographed and that just gives a very different mood to the whole experience. In the ’90s it was pure, naive even."

- Somsack Sikhounmuong for Vogue, September 2019, via

Thursday, October 29, 2020

Rainy day in NYC.

St. Patrick's Cathedral. 5th Avenue, NYC.

Source: unknown.

It's a rainy day today here in NYC, and inconvenience notwithstanding, it's the kind of weather that makes me sentimental about New York, especially around this time of the year when everything is gearing up for the holidays. It reminds me of running to catch a train, darting between the jungle of umbrellas of bewildered tourists, determined commuters, and other New Yorkers on a mission (is that a weird thing to feel nostalgic about?) or meeting up with friends between classes for a chai tea latte and a jumbo cookie at Starbucks... It's funny to think how rain can make NYC feel so cozy and familiar to me, kind of like a well-worn, comfy sweater.