What will we do when we’re old? This isn’t regarding the passive things like playing video games and luxuriating in healing baths but the more intimate things: what will we be doing together? Will we be, um, fucking each other? Continue reading “Sexing In The Nursing Home”
My family made a time capsule over a decade ago and, while I’m pretty sure we opened it, I have no memory of anything coming out of it that was particularly exciting. There were photos and toys and stuff that aged in a box as we aged in real life. It wasn’t disappointing but it didn’t quite barrel me over with memories. Continue reading “Let This Old Man Make You Cry”
Late last week, some slightly (but not that) shocking news broke that fashion’s most beloved LA rocker boy Hedi Slimane would be stepping down from Saint Laurent. Slimane’s tenure was marked with mini-skirting punk sensibilities and literal name dropping, qualities that charmed his young fashionable fans while leaving traditionalists with a bitter sting on the palate. Slimane did not keep Yves’ dream alive. He took the dream elsewhere. Continue reading “Let Dead Names Die”
If you had to try, how much wine could you drink in a day? A bottle in the span of an evening? That sounds doable. But what if you had to do that every day? Outside your being able to stomach it, could you afford it? Sounds like a lot of money. Continue reading “Four Bottles Of Wine A Day Keeps Something Away”
Outside of the election and Zika, the death of David Bowie has to be one of the top news stories of 2016. It was so surprising given the release of a new album, new music video, and a general buzz of activity around his persona. It was a major loss to active and passive fans. Everyone knew David Bowie. Continue reading “David Bowie Was A Good Dude”
tfw is a mini personal essay series I’m try to do on Tuesdays to recount second-person experiences of feelings and experiences we all have. Or maybe I’m the only one who has them? Continue reading “tfw: Your Dog Is Asleep But You Think They’re Dead”
tfw is a mini personal essay series I’m try to do on Tuesdays to recount second-person experiences of feelings and experiences we all have. Or maybe I’m the only one who has them? Continue reading “tfw: You Are Just Way Too Fucking Hungover”
Are you anxious for the next Met Gala? Here’s some news that should keep you occupied until next May: the theme has been announced! It’s technology. Welcome to the future, dudes!