Marc by Marc Jacobs. Spring 2005. This is one of my favorite patterns. I have it, not on a dress, but as a duvet.

Esquire picks the seven “greatest stories in the magazine’s history” and reprints them all, full text.  I’ve written about “The Falling Man” by Tom Junod before. Read it.

coffeeflavored:

Clue: Prelude to many a kiss.
Me: HUGS!!
Finn: No. Drinking.

Dear you,
How adorable are LZP + Finn?
Love, me

Dear you,

My Times subscription is still in your name. Either you never look at your credit card statement, or you want to stay in my life by providing me with a hard copy of the news.

Love, me

(via dearoldlove)

abangupjob:

Sunny’s owner refused to let MTV shoot in his bar and residents wonder if the cast ever actually moved in.

Dear you,

The first time I heard this song, it was being covered by David Driver. Cabaret lounge singer-style.

Love, me

themattsmith:

Want to hear my cover of Death Cab for Cutie’s “I Will Follow You Into The Dark”, done in the style of an 80’s synth-pop song and sung through a vocoder?

Of course you do.

(via tylercoates)

meaghano:

Its not every day a garbage man kneels down before you on the sidewalk and asks to kiss your hand. once a week, tops.

Dear you,

I feel like I have a lot to say about this. I’ve been meaning to write it for a while. The fact that his team made a Flickr account, and they fill it, regularly, with a seemingly honest look into his days, is sort of amazing. Look at the photos!  It’s a mediated stream, of course, as any edited group of images posted in public is, but it is the closest thing I feel I’ve ever seen into honesty via image in this kind of political situation.  Wow. Now if only they’d start to always credit the photographer…

Love, me

(via noahkalina)

Dear Old Love

Dear you,

This one is not mine, but I love it.

Love, me

(by patrickmoberg)

Dear you,

This looks so delicious. I want to make those sheets.

Love, me

arazor:

Rocket Salad with Sheeted Cucumber and Radishes with a Myer Lemon Vinaigrette
… We were enamored by their ability to make sheets of fruits and vegetables by using pectin as a food glue and set out to try to create some “stained glass” (in the words of C. Erway) of our own.

Mr. November by The National

Dear you,

The Obama campaign used The National’s “Fake Empire” in an official commercial.  It’s a great song.  Also great, “Mr. November,” though not as tv spot friendly I suppose. You probably know all this already.

Love, me

Dear you,

Five-year diary. By Tamara Shopsin.

Love, me

Dear you,

After we voted in 2000.

(l to r:  Dave Hayes, Ben Remsen, me, Kevin Felix, Mike Dooling)

This almost made me cry when it appeared in my inbox today. And not just because of my stunning combination of red sweater, orange corduroy pants, magenta sneakers, and purple eyeglasses!

Love, me

P.S. Maybe we should have started a band?