Author Archives: Julianne

Sometimes I think my heart is too tender for this world. After three cigarettes, a deepfried mushroom sandwich and a caramel custard from Shake Shack, it’s an easy conclusion. The last activity of summer: me and E. on the Madison … Continue reading →

THIS SONG HAS BEEN REPLAYING IN MY HEAD FOR TWO WEEKS. REASON: UNKNOWN. Please join me in my adulation of sensuous pop islandry, unending affection for the giant 1992 flip-receiver cell, and bury your face in the man born Rexton … Continue reading →

A month ago Connie sent me three boxes, four years on, full of stuff what I left when I moved away from the Left Coast, and I’m just now finding the time to unload them, gradually. Most of it is … Continue reading →

If you have not yet sat down and read the Jezebel column “Crap Email from a Dude” in its entirety DO IT NOW. This one’s the best – both cause of the astute and highly relatable statement “Summertime brings with … Continue reading →

Before we get into it, I just wanna say: These are, as Pete pointed out, the last few days to wear white pants with abandon. Now. I have long been of the opinion that Rodney “Darkchild” Jerkins is the scourge … Continue reading →

It’s in full force, now, in my window, letting out its scent, low-key lilac with an undertone of velvet. It only blooms after dusk, unassuming little pronged flowers, but its understatement and fragrance subsume physical beauty, because physical beauty is … Continue reading →

Watched Syriana again – what a feat, in acting, in screenwriting – and, spurred by Chris’s dirty-global-dealings brainfont, not to mention my concurrent reading of the behemoth anthology of brit journalist Robert Fisk’s reportage from the middle east – I … Continue reading →

In the shortlived but brilliant HBO fake-reality show The Comeback, Lisa Kudrow is cast as an aging ’80s soap star who gets a new job as a jogging-suit mom on a teen sex comedy. In one scene, she spends like … Continue reading →

As a fan of both Marcel Duchamp and Miuccia Prada, I am newly in love with the Virtual Shoe Museum: an art gallery where footwear is functional and conceptual, and broken up into categories for use: Birth, Death, Marriage, Prop. … Continue reading →

DON’T ISSUE HIM ANY TICKETS TO BRAZIL. So how does this impact / not impact his chances of being subpoena’d in the Gonzales hellfire?