



Books read in October


We are at our friend Taylor’s birthday party at a straight, semi-goth french bar in our neighborhood after the chic oyster & wine bar in his fell through. Ours a parking lot affair with $2 white wine that is surprisingly good, and $14 cocktails that are surprisingly not. I make a face while drinking some done-up paloma and exclaim “this cocktail tastes like apple peels” and Taylor snatches it out of my hands, takes a sip and eyes wide replies “it tastes… exactly like apple peels.” Later, Jon approaches with something like a vodka lemon hand sanitizer and says “Try my drink, it’s bad.” I do and it is and I offer mine, he sips and says “it tastes like….” I of course offer “apple peels” and his face goes slack. “Wait, that’s it exactly. Apple peels.” Sisterhood of the traveling garbage pale cocktail, we.
In any event, what a pleasant surprise to spend all night talking to new people and coming away with new friends. I spend most of the evening with a friend’s coworker mutually gushing over Terrace House: Opening New Doors, and then while recounting personal histories find out he moved here originally to pursue a recording career, and upon further investigation, in an essential Los Angeles experience, find out he’s an artist that I love. “There’s no way,” he responds, and I offer proof in the form of a 2022 Spotify Wrapped playlist where he’s perched near the top. “Ok, so you’re the only other person besides my mom who listened to my music, wow. That’s actually so nice.”


In London we eat at all the places. You ask me for recommendations when I come home and I tell you I would drop everything and fly back for meals and or drinks at the following: Berenjak, Planque, Discount Suit Company, Dishoom, Ozone Coffee Roasters, Omotesando Coffee. I also tell you that we ate at Rovi, from Ottolenghi, with a sniff.








London №1




Most of what we do in the UK is bear witness of ancient relics representative of hoary and inscrutable cultures past.








London № 2


London museum grindr profiles of yore.


Stopped at Present & Correct after maybe literally 13 years of following them online.