forever young-ish
things i can't stop talking about
this week’s style icon:
I watched The Lost Boys for the first time recently and I still can’t stop thinking about the greased-up saxophone player. Can’t wait to see him on Broadway.
what I’m clicking:
The century of the maxxer | When your mom becomes an accidental influencer | Why you should try out a pop-up commune | A new chapter of Brooklyn literary drama | Retreating to a Connecticut convent | We’re doing saunas wrong | Africa at the winter olympics | The artist designing ski maps | The night owl artists | Losing everywhere I’ve been in the Palisades fire | Welcome to the travel slop era | An interview with New York’s first lady | What it’s like to be a bush at Bad Bunny’s superbowl | Why burnout feminism is replacing the girlboss era | The case of the missing kayaker | Who is Chinatown for? | Inside the gay tech mafia | Minnesota proved MAGA wrong
what i’m wanderlusting:
The Tower of the Sun in Osaka
what i’m listening to:
Last weekend I went to see La Horde at BAM (’twas amazing). One of the scenes had these sexy sims dancing to Philip Glass and a robot voiceover of the lyrics to Forever Young, which got me thinking about my favorite renditions of the song. Bob Dylan’s is obviously the OG, and the Alphaville version - which is also featured in the opening credits/sperm scene of Marty Supreme - has somehow made it on to multiple playlists of mine, but the Beyonce and Jay-Z cover from the On The Run tour is obviously the best. (I still remember it 10+ years later.)
where i’m traveling:
Very excited to drink a fancy beer in Bruges next month
what i’m watching:
I finally got around to watching two talked-about rom-coms from different eras: Materialists, which was a sad and boring movie about a vapid and joyless woman and the losers she’s pretending to be in love with; and You’ve Got Mail, which has got to be one of the YIKESIEST chick flicks of all time. If John Carpenter had done the score, it would be a horror film.
what i’m drinking:
A martini with a dash of old-school glam and a splash of orange bitters at Mori Bar in Tokyo.
what i’m eating:
The best meal of the year so far, at Mai Mai in Panama City. We basically ordered one of everything and I would go all the way back to Panama just to eat there again.
what i’m coveting:
New York is a biohazard right now, and the slushy mess of bodily fluids (animal and human), garbage, and melted snow is probably incubating the next bubonic plague. I’m coveting this transitional wool coat from LWN that I can wear once the sun comes out and it’s safe to leave the house again.
what i’m recommending:
I got one of these hideous square phone cases, and there’s something about the rubber corners that has prevented any serious cracks.
what i’m reading:
I started the year off, uncharacteristically, with a non-fiction book, Everything is Tuberculosis. Totally engaging, and I hear it’s great on audiobook too. But so far I’ve spent most of 2026 slogging through The Loneliness of Sonia and Sunny, which desperately needed an editor, but I’m glad I stuck with it. Our next book club pick is Lost Lambs by Madeline Cash (we’ll be meeting on March 19th if you’d like to join!).