Os Gemeos: the boys are back in town

Thanks to Os Gemeos and an 80-foot Genie Boom, I got to fly high above the city on Saturday:


You can find my details about the twins' new painting in Chelsea at Dossier (click), and I'll likely divulge more soon. I had Brazil on the brain at Closettour (click) this weekend too.

love and death on the Q-train

Romance blooms and a Silly Band snaps on a summer morning in Manhattan.

flown the coop

...for the time being.I saw this little arrangement in a window in Stockholm, which is where you can find me for the moment. (Click.) Or, as ever, at Closettour. (Click.)

Yours truly,

The Jaybird

spread the love

Again, Tom Slaughter (click) makes it easy to spread the love, just click, print, cut, give. 

In the meantime, I'm spreading the love at Dossier (click) and Closettour (click). Come find me there!

xx

all the world's a stage

As I reported Saturday morning for Dossier (click), it seems I'm not the only one who finds my subway landing to be somewhat cinematic.


Erin (my friend, neighbor, and editor at Dossier) and I will be keeping our eyes out for the Chanel ad starring our street. In the meantime this sign, left on South 5th, points directly towards home on Hooper.

We'll see what's on the script for 2010...

california christmas

Thanks to my friend Jeremy Black, a San Clemente-dwelling, convertible-driving, easygoing, natural foods magnate, I have had the ultimate California Christmas.

Here's the view from the deck where I'm writing right now, while the bells from the church down the street play "Lovely Weather for a Sleigh Ride Together."

Here's the sleigh I rode on Christmas eve,

appropriately enough, at a surf break known as Church.

Jeremy and his next-door neighbor Mark point the way.

Santa puts his shirt back on.


Here at Casa Black, açai (click) is the new egg nog,

and hemp buttered whole grain bread is the new French Toast.

I've been getting my butt kicked daily at the yoga studio down the street and waking up my mind, body, and soul with dunks in the chilly Pacific.


It's not going to be easy going back to snowy NYC, but I feel stronger with some Pacific salt and California sun in my veins, and I'll do my best to spread it around.

boas festas

Boas Festas is Brazil-speak for Happy Holidays, but literally it translates to "good parties," which is what I'm wishing for you, via a scan of a Christmas card I picked up at the flea market in Rio last summer.


It seems especially appropriate this year, since I'm writing from Sambazon's (click) San Clemente headquarters, while the Black brothers, my hosts, prepare to take off for Brazil tomorrow.

I'll happily hold down the fort for another day before I head back to NYC, where the forecast is for...snow. I've got lots of love to keep me warm, so fueled with that, some California sunshine and saltwater, and a boa festa or two, we'll pull through the rest of this winter.

Boas Festas, Happy Holidays, lots of love!