Captain R, By the time this reaches you, I trust you will either have returned home from your salty Massachusetts adventure or be resting peacefully among the broken sea shells of Davy Jones Locker. The latter is more romantic actually, but you seem to have found a...
He was a renaissance man of all things cool – bush pilot, motorcyclist, electric guitarist, pool shark, gymnast, mechanical genius, high-diver, general bad boy, and smooth ladies man – he even built a race car for Paul Newman. All the fantastic stories...
What’s the measure of obsession – when beauty’s luster pales to gloom? Is it wasted flower petals, river boatwrecks under a moon? Is it love letters from baby turtles read aloud to bashful girls, Or earrings strung and pasted with paper clips and...
I’m in an orange stage of life. What it means, I’m not exactly sure, but I find myself accidentally or half-consciously or intentionally under the influence of orange. It fringes my days, creeping into my mind and coloring my mood with a burnished self-consciousness....
Aubrey H. in Italy Little, Caffe Roma’s bright wall-flowered festoon/ Sprayed so high upon Mulberry, a sweep of color on corner Broome/ Black & white were you always, on silver screens and in my mind,/ But slashed with paint now are you, Audrey, a creature of a...
That’s me in the picture. It was taken at my old wooden desk on Penn Avenue that overlooked the patchy grass and broken umbrella of our narrow backyard. That woman on the wall is Mireille Darc, a French actress from the 60’s whose dark eyes had me so...
My writing life – it implies that I’m a successful writer, which isn’t really true. The first time I typed the title it came out “My Writing Lie,” a Freudian slip of the left index finger perhaps, but it made me wonder if I shouldn’t have just back-spaced this one...
It’s sort of funny – not really the first thing that comes to mind when someone mentions “South Beach,” but it’s a fact – Miami’s glamorous party capital is overrun with feral cats – more than 300,000 of them. Six cats crossed my path on the walk back to...
Quarter to midnight – I was sitting on my floor. Now I’m in line. It’s cold and it’s intimidating – so many beautiful people laughing confidently, gold chains and slick handshakes, a big man at the door making the decisions. He nods...
GQ May – color confetti, cover jumped my eyes up in the aisle With that Gucci flower camo and J. Harden’s bright b-ballin’ style Now I’m leafin’ through the ads – Tommy, Tudor, and C. Klein But come on, Dior – you try too...
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