Atlanta, Georgia

I spent the past President’s Day weekend in Atlanta, which, in the post-Super Bowl lull, seemed particularly content and locally-focused. There were many highlights of the trip – amazing food at every turn, the airport’s delightful “plane train,” the beautiful weather on Saturday – but by far the most memorable was our adventures with Bird.…

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On Commitment & the Cool Girl

It’s Valentine’s Day, which, for an occasion that barely constitutes as a holiday, seems to receive more polarizing press than it deserves. I guess it’s because, with its flow of reminders that you either are or are not in a fulfilling relationship, people find themselves lumped into some box or other and naturally become intensely…

The Gossip Manifesto

Hear me out— I’ve spent the past week binge-listening to comedian Allison Raskin’s scripted podcast Gossip, and it’s absolutely delightful. As a chronic eavesdropper – I can’t help myself! – this podcast is a dream. It’s akin to revisiting the same coffeehouse every week, listening to the ladies in the corner table, and being able…

Paris, France

In lieu of the longform posts I wrote during my travels in Southeast Asia, I’m going to post photo diaries instead for some of my recent trips. In October, I visited Emily in Paris, where she was studying abroad, as a much-needed mid-semester respite. It’s been a few years since I was last in Paris,…

Chapter Twenty-One

While turning twenty felt like the end of an epoch, twenty-one feels rather quiet and inconsequential. Besides the practical aspect of having finally turned an age that my peers have all been for months, I’m looking back on the last year and, uncharacteristically, don’t have much to say. Sure, things happened. But they all sort…

Counter-Revolutionary

Interstate 880 runs right along the eastern shore of the San Francisco Bay. Its posted speed limit is 65 mph, but drivers are indifferent, rarely meeting radar guns or speeding tickets. My grandfather was the same— I, ten years old and vaguely interested in staying alive, would shout from the backseat for him to slow down, alarmed as the speedometer continued pulling clockwise.

What’s In My Z Palette?

Since getting a large Z palette over the summer, I’ve depotted and started to fill it with some single eyeshadows I use and love. Here’s all of the shadows my Z palette currently houses. I didn’t think very systematically while I was taking pictures for this post, so my swatch pictures are in a completely…