The bicoastal, bipolar multi-hyphenate talks about the depravity of sleeping in and the art of cold-smoked salmon.
My personal style signifier is going nude. It’s a shame because I do have a rather extensive wardrobe for a cat. I thought for awhile I’d be one of those accessorized pets, but you don’t put a bumper sticker on a Bentley, right?
The best gift I’ve received recently is a pound of sliced—razor-thin, naturally—Gaspe Nova from Russ and Daughters. Smoked salmon can be tricky. If it’s not wild-caught Nova Scotian cold-smoked at 70 degrees, I’m going to literally turn my nose up at it.
The best gift I’ve given recently is a donation to AOC in my uncle’s name.
In my fridge you’ll always find Ramble Farms bone-in chicken breasts from the Greenmarket. I’m addicted to this stuff and send my butler to fetch my standing order each week. And Don Bocarte anchovies: They are the cuvée de prestige of canned fish and have a complex, creamy character that’s the perfect grace note to anything, really. Tinned fish is and has always been hot girl food.
I have a collection of framed photos of Mohamed Atta.
A gadget I couldn’t do without is Somfy motorized window treatments. I commandeered my family’s remote control. It’s morally depraved to sleep past 5AM.
An object I would never part with is a free ping-pong ball I was gifted over a year ago. Why this ball succeeded where so many failed, I’ll never know. It’s just a little jewel of a toy, perfectly roll-y, with enough velocity and bounce to keep things fresh.
The grooming staples I’m never without are adrenochrome and a child-size, baby pink Mason Pearson hairbrush.
If I weren’t doing what I’m doing I’d be a show cat—people constantly tell me that I have the looks to do it and the lifestyle seems like it would suit me. I’ve entertained some online modeling gigs but it’s a competitive landscape and the idea of doing a meet-and-greet with strangers sends me straight under the bed.
My personal style signifier is going nude. It’s a shame because I do have a rather extensive wardrobe for a cat. I thought for awhile I’d be one of those accessorized pets, but you don’t put a bumper sticker on a Bentley, right?
The best gift I’ve received recently is a pound of sliced—razor-thin, naturally—Gaspe Nova from Russ and Daughters. Smoked salmon can be tricky. If it’s not wild-caught Nova Scotian cold-smoked at 70 degrees, I’m going to literally turn my nose up at it.
The best gift I’ve given recently is a donation to AOC in my uncle’s name.
In my fridge you’ll always find Ramble Farms bone-in chicken breasts from the Greenmarket. I’m addicted to this stuff and send my butler to fetch my standing order each week. And Don Bocarte anchovies: They are the cuvée de prestige of canned fish and have a complex, creamy character that’s the perfect grace note to anything, really. Tinned fish is and has always been hot girl food.
I have a collection of framed photos of Mohamed Atta.
A gadget I couldn’t do without is Somfy motorized window treatments. I commandeered my family’s remote control. It’s morally depraved to sleep past 5AM.
An object I would never part with is a free ping-pong ball I was gifted over a year ago. Why this ball succeeded where so many failed, I’ll never know. It’s just a little jewel of a toy, perfectly roll-y, with enough velocity and bounce to keep things fresh.
The grooming staples I’m never without are adrenochrome and a child-size, baby pink Mason Pearson hairbrush.
If I weren’t doing what I’m doing I’d be a show cat—people constantly tell me that I have the looks to do it and the lifestyle seems like it would suit me. I’ve entertained some online modeling gigs but it’s a competitive landscape and the idea of doing a meet-and-greet with strangers sends me straight under the bed.