Not Forgotten

We must learn who is gold, and who is merely gold plated. When I was six years old, I asked my parents for a book about art for my birthday. I couldn’t articulate why I wanted to learn about art then, just that I wanted to. Even as a child, art made me feel something…

Cavorting With Classpass

For awhile, I broke up with Classpass. As any loyal reader of this blog already knows (~ya tu sabes~), I L O V E SoulCycle and I would go every day, if they had a monthly membership option. But, alas, they don’t offer that pricing, and I can only justify so0o0o many $35 ad hoc…