The best meals of your life will almost certainly be eaten on a plastic stool in the pouring rain. There is a kind of madness that overtakes a traveler when …
I was a former Tumblr kid. I grew up during the era of Halsey, Skins, Lana Del Rey, and flannel everything. My teenage years were defined by reblogged black-and-white mood …
I’m exhausted from from staring at Netflix for forty-five minutes, endlessly scrolling through row after row of, muted-grey thumbnails, hovering over six different eight-episode “prestige” miniseries, and realizing with crushing …
Let me start off by saying that I am a winter girlie. I thrive the second the temperature drops, happily cosplaying Bella Swan staring out a foggy window while atmospheric …
Confession: I’m a horror movie fanatic. While most people throw on 10 Things I Hate About You or Mean Girls for a late-night comfort movie sesh, I opt for Saw—my …
There is a distinct kind of person who remembers the exact lighting of a room from a night three years ago (and exactly what movie was chosen for movie night). …
There is a distinct art form to mastering the airport terminal walk. It requires a delicate balance: you need to look effortlessly put-together the moment you walk through the sliding …
It’s one of those endless arguments that will never be solved. Is it sambousak or samboosa? Team Edward or Team Jacob? And, of course, the ultimate debate that has been …
Fathers are often the hardest people to write about. Not because there is too little to say, but because there is simply too much. How do you condense decades of …
There is something oddly revealing about assigning entire personality systems to films. As if cinema can flatten the complexity of a human being into a single aesthetic mood, a soundtrack, …
