[The sun sets over Maryland.]

I called my parents at 8:45 am from D.C. this past Saturday to check in. This is what good daughters do; they place regular phone calls home to verify safety and well-being. I was standing on a low brick wall across from an Irish pub in Arlington, VA, hundreds of runners in various shades of green milling around below me as I stuck a finger in one ear and pressed my phone up to the other.

“I’m at a race,” I shouted, “there’s a leprechaun on a scooter bike, I’m having a Guinness for breakfast. How are you guys?”

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Photo journal: BKNYC

I just returned from a whirlwind trip to Brooklyn for the weekend. I wore headphones on the car ride down because the salty Vermont roads created a piercingly squeaky wheel that was head-splittingly annoying at all speeds with the exception of less than 3 mph and a slight lull at about 27. This didn’t leave me with much to work with. I managed to turn a lot of heads as I buzzed through the rest areas. I brought the old girl through a carwash in NJ on the way home—peace was reinstated for the trek home.

In a manner consistant with all good visits to BK, I ate great food in excessive quantities, shared in fine spirits with friends, and toured the town by foot. I even bought a vinyl record for Carey, and let my hair look a bit tussled (but not dirty) like a good hipster.

[Dinner at Dressler. Lamb shanks and pork bellies. Pinot Noir, old world and new. We took advantage of the corkage fee and brought our own.]

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Tiger mountain peasant song.

[ASOS maxi skirt + Torn by Ronny Kobo vest + Shopbop hat + JCrew belt + Pati de St Barth t-shirt + Motif cuff + vintage squash blossom necklace + Dannijo messenger bag + Ugg Adirondack boots.]

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Groove out on ShopBop’s Retro Roadtrip lookbook. I love how it’s not too contrived, but the vibe comes across! Get me that green dress.

Here are a few of my favorites.

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[Zara kimono jacket + Alice and Olivia leather leggings + Sam Edelman boots + Kain t-shirt + vintage squash blossom necklace]

We pass a big farm. Its outbuildings are anchored on a sea of swaying wheat, its white clapboard is molten in the late, hazy light. All three of us, even Carlton, keep quite as we pass. There is something familiar about this place… Continue Reading »

Ice in March.

The power flickered, but held. The birches bent—like some stupid poem—and the windows glazed. The morning was beautiful and with a blue sky and a little salt on the roads, the storm was over. All was well, and lovely. But all was not well, and had I known that the same storm had killed my cousin’s best friend, I wouldn’t have taken a single picture.

I only met George once and briefly, so I can’t speak of him personally, but 19 is far too young, and he was loved very much by his friends and family.

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Free People tassel bag.

[FP-1 Free People Royal Tassel Cinch Bag, on sale for $19.95]

Been toting this little beauty all over the place, into coffee shops and tiny post offices and across state lines. Ever since I saw m’love Carrie from This Free Bird with one in this post. I mean… tassels. Tassels, hombres.

Get one, or four, before they’re all gone.


p.s. I swoon over this image from the March catalog.