valentine's day outfit

blouse: tucker, skirt: burberry, shoes: stuart weitzman

our new puppy: chiweenie named Hugo

music post

David Gray, "The One I Love"

I was listening to an old cd in my car the other day, and this song came on. Brilliant, simple, soulful. This is a love song with a spring in it's step. It's bright and alive--not simpering and needy. This song was on my life playlist during a summer that I spent a month in Cannes. My school was a 20 minute walk from the city center, and I can't even name a number of how many times I listened to this on my walk to and from town. This music takes me back to such a beautiful summer and reminds me of a walk I was unbelievably lucky to be making several times a day. 

I will also mention that until recently, every time David Gray sings about the repo man my mind showed me a picture of a garbage man. Those two jobs are not the same thing...

new york trip 2

These pictures were taken at some of my most cherished places in New York. We went to Murray's Bagels and the Chelsea Market/Hi-Line and Norma's at Le Parker Meridien and Malatesta and Gray's Papaya. Newer to me were the Standard Biergarten and Blue Ribbon, which were both delicious and delightful.

JB has always spoken about dining at Blue Ribbon, so we finally made his dreams come true. And I had never been to the Standard Biergarten in winter, and it was a cozy (and rosy, check out the lighting!) place to grab a few beers post-spinach gnocchi in a gorgonzola cream sauce-feast from Malatesta. 

My mother requested (demanded) several pictures in locales around New York that once upon a time belonged to our ancestors, thus the pictures in front of random signs and in random spots of Central Park. The Osbornes, obviously, are the rightful heirs of the majority of New York City property in Tribeca and Central Park. Obviously.