I spent a few days with Miranda July in March. We talked about her new book, relationships, and the ever-changing self. We also went on a drive and met two strangers from Facebook Marketplace about a rug
Lives of the Saints is the sort of perfect book that i am always giving away and then having to repurchase new copies of and @msolis14 captures so much in this profile of the patron saint of wastrel youth nytimes.com/2026/03/23/style…
She says she inherited her worldview and style from New Orleans, whose “remoteness” lent itself to eccentricity: “That’s the only thing I can think of for how I got that, my voice. But I was very sure of it.” nytimes.com/2026/03/23/style…
Last weekend, I spent the day with Clavicular, the very handsome, suddenly ubiquitous 20-year-old forum poster and streamer who wants to make America hunky — if he can stay out of trouble:
nytimes.com/2026/02/13/style…
For your Sunday, I profiled a truly great New York character: @katz_morris, the 26-year-old Mamdani-whisperer whose vision is way bigger than the five boroughs. Call him Morris Supreme: nytimes.com/2026/01/25/style…
Moses, sleeping cat. Designer: Lisa Larson. Model first conceived in 1984. Produced from 1991 by Keramikstudion Gustavsberg, Sweden. Medium: glazed stoneware. Dimensions: length 30 cm, height about 14.5 cm.
the disavowal of the "braided essay" — a totally imprecise term whose meaning no one can agree on — is about people's aversion to personal writing, partly because much of it is bad but also because of an allergy to earnest emotion
I wrote about our era of hyperflavor, in which many of us seek out increasingly elaborate combinations of ingredients and spices to satisfy — what exactly? nytimes.com/2025/04/26/style…
For INQUE, I wrote a bit about retrofuturism—how we look back into the past to look forward—from Edward Bellamy to Philip K. Dick. Every day I think it's a more important category, as blurry history assists our failures of imagination.
lurking here in addition to the obvious social awkwardness is a seeming unwillingness to accept that sometimes life just happens to you — the bar is crowded, the bartender is busy, you miss the bus
My father was a Nazi hunter, until he was killed in the Lockerbie bombing, when I was four. Now, a man will stand trial for the crime. What does it mean, after nearly forty years, to seek justice for the crimes of history? My new cover story for @NYTmag: nytimes.com/2025/05/20/magaz…
once someone cancelled on me over text in a manner that was so breezy and charming I never forgot it and ever since I deploy their simple method whenever the situation calls for it
"Like so many things in life, the answer to my question did not come from my own toils, but from someone smarter and more elegant than me: my girlfriend." read @krevinlorenzo, who would be lost without @lamegirl1234ssense.com/en-us/editorial/f…