This whirlwind week began with frigid conferences rooms and ended with rosé with authors in a cozy East Side bar. Who can complain about that?
No one, which is why I will complain instead about these dismal days, when the pollen taking up residence in your airways is second only to the permafrost coating your apartment, because it is too warm for heat but not warm enough for air-conditioning.
Here’s what you missed this week:
- Want to score a book deal? Mix a little George R.R. Martin with some Maya Angelou and some adverbs, but not too much Jesus. Also: make it fashion.
- My mother is a Pisces and loves Breakfast at Tiffany’s. It all makes sense now.
- Anyone have an extra bed for a honey-obsessed bear and neurotic pig?
- We need to talk about this desk.