What do you commit to?
Commit to beauty. Not glamour. Commit to affection. Not attention. Commit to craft. Not work. Commit to process. Not outcome. Commit to love. Not duty. Commit to do. Not try.…
Commit to beauty. Not glamour. Commit to affection. Not attention. Commit to craft. Not work. Commit to process. Not outcome. Commit to love. Not duty. Commit to do. Not try.…
Beannacht On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders and you stumble, may the clay dance to balance you. And when your eyes freeze behind the grey window…
Expected: A standard, run-of-the-mill NYC garbage bin filled to the brim with, well, garbage, naturally… Unexpected: A standard, run-of-the-mill garbage bin in Italy filled right to the brim entirely with…
It was like any other conversation. Any other day. Drinks. Food. Friends. And then I said your name. I liked the way your name felt safe in my mouth. Shaping…
A new kind of service standards are in order. Think of the people in your life. The ones that matter. Really matter. What kind of service would they say you’re…
This photo is from my mother’s family collection. It’s a fave. While most people revere politicians or athletes, it’s a special kind of place that honours the birthday of a…
Expected: Standard, run of the mill car parking on the side of the road. Unexpected: A fancy-dancy-multi-level-elevator-style parking lot. Ah, New Yorkers are parking magicians – they can even create…