The Winds of Idaho
392 Words. 2 Minute Read.
The land is bulbous, oddly seductive in its curves, like a '36 Bugatti. Subtle earth tones resemble the scales of a rattlesnake—from tall blades of blonde grass to khaki-colored mounds, to patches of sagebrush and granite outcrops that change colors with the path of the sun.
Silver Screen Triangle of NY
888 Words. 4 Minute Read.
But not all triangles are equal. The Bermuda Triangle seems to be a real son of a bitch for pilots. And the Golden Triangle, in Southeast Asia, is where most of the world’s opium is grown. These places give triangles a bad name. On the other hand, you have what I call the Silver Screen Triangle of New York, where movies reign supreme.
1959 Pre-Embargo Montecristo No. 1
1,626 Words. 6 Minute Read.
I’ll try to explain this to non-cigar people because cigar guys know what I’m talking about. If this cigar were an automobile, it’d be a 1963 Ferrari 250 GTO, and if it were a watch, it would be a 1941 Patek Philippe Ref. 1518—which is to say it’s rare and unequivocally at the top of its game.
Meeting Your Heroes
535 Words. 2 Minute Read.
You can throw all that “don’t meet your heroes” bullshit out the window. This home is EXACTLY what it looks like in Wes Anderson’s magnum opus. Even though you know Margot, Richie, and Chas don’t live there, you can’t help but hope to see Pagoda step outside in his pink trousers. I even looked up to see if Mordecai was flying around.
Conclaves with a NYC Poet
511 Words. 2 Minute Read.
In it sat a man in his 60s: unattached and effortlessly stylish. He wore a wrinkled linen suit, a cotton neckerchief, and loafers sans socks. His glasses were dark and thick, framing a symmetrical, weathered face. I saw scads of stylish men in New York, but this Lower East Side poet was sprezzatura incarnate.