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The wonderings and wanderings of an occasional party boy
Mar 12 2013
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There are only three questions that matter in the kitchen if you’re cooking and not baking. The first is how good are your ingredients; the second is how much salt to add; and the third is how long to cook whatever it is you’re cooking — the question of doneness.
— “Done,” by Tom Junod
Nov 10 2012
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believermag:

Two Cops (1981) Episode One: “Moving In.” Courtesy Sunset Television and believermag.tumblr.com. More information at twocopsdoc.com. Watch this space next Thursday for Episode Two!

(Source: believermag, via pleasegoeasyonme)

Aug 19 2012
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With Self/Other and INFY, via TEL.

With Self/Other and INFY, via TEL.

Aug 16 2012
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Lunch Negotiations With INFY

  • INFY: honestly bring a spare life because i am going to murder you
  • IRB: You come at the king, you best not miss.
Jul 30 2012
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Advice Column

  • INFY: [redacted] is so damn chatty sometimes i don't get that she gets that i'm styling on her
  • IRB: Style harder
Jun 28 2012
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Jun 27 2012
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Affected but still kind of enjoyable: “When Los Angeles Is a Man,” from Lous Vuitton.

May 31 2012
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To experience joy, my father taught me, one has to leave oneself open to it.
—Anthony Bourdain, in Bon Appetit
Sep 7 2011
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Huh?

Aug 22 2011
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Hollywood people are remarkably susceptible to fantasy. The same people that make fantasy want it and need it.
—Producer Richard Roth, in a nice profile of old-fashioned maître d’hôtel Dmitri Dmitrov.
Aug 20 2011
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Persueco. It’s Italian Champagne, homie.
INFY
Aug 4 2011
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"L.A. Light," by Colin Rich.

Jun 30 2011
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It is a strange thing to love a city. In the end because no city is entirely knowable. What you love really are pieces of it. […] That is perhaps part of the allure, what brings us back to the cities we love: our desire to accumulate enough pieces so we can finally have it whole within us. But to love a city is also to love who we were at that time we fell in love.
—Junot Diaz, reflecting on Tokyo
Jun 15 2011
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We had another absinthe

  • Bill: Where do you suppose he went?
  • Jake: Up to Paris.
  • Bill: What do you suppose he'll do?
  • Jake: Oh, to hell with him.
  • Bill: What do you suppose he'll do?
  • Jake: Pick up with his old girl, probably.
  • Bill: Who was his old girl?
  • Jake: Somebody named Frances.
Jun 1 2011
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Is there anybody cooler than Glenn O’Brien? Via PTO