In another (more artistically inclined) life, I would have been a graphic designer. For now, I’ll indulge my typeface obsession with a Gothic-font initial stud, which manages to toe the line between classy and flashy.
Smorgasburg is a warm-weather ritual for me. I love stopping by Anarchy in a Jar’s table for a hunk of crusty bread and a slather of maple-blueberry jam, then replicating the treat at home during the week.
Having recently migrated from Manhattan to Brooklyn, I feel like I should finally, officially jump on the CSA bandwagon. By arming myself with this cookbook, I can actually make something out of sorrel and purslane.
A sprinkle of the magical salt blend and I’m instantly transported back to the Tuscan town of Panzano, a highlight of my recent trip to Italy. Do like the locals do: Mix with a good olive oil and serve with bread and crudite; try to resist eating by the spoonful.
Getting through the workout’s punishing thigh set is challenge enough — the last thing I want to worry about is slipping while I’m squeezing. These ballet flats (an alternative to the studio’s usual grippy socks) keep me in line.
Instagram doesn’t always cut it, but I’m not ready to commit to a DSLR. Pentax’s latest mirrorless camera is just right with its pop-up flash, 1080p HD video recorder, and sixteen-megapixel sensor. I only hope my photos turn out as cute as the Marc Newson-designed picture taker itself.
I start every morning (and most afternoons) with a piping hot cup from the Philly roaster, conveniently located around the corner from our office. A sip of its new Southern-inspired blend puts me back home on my Mississippi front porch.