my manhattan: if you're willing to look, there's a lot of green.

i know this has been making the rounds...but in case you haven't seen it.

i figured what better way to start the week then with a good laugh?
this had me rolling last night!

ferreting out friday! (and hello fall in nyc).

{i know everyone does this. i know, i know! i know i am going where almost all bloggers have gone before in doing this. but, confession? i love when people do these link lists. (especially the one go fug yourself puts up every friday afternoon). and then i had this thought! the links i list might just differ from most. and maybe some people will like these little jewels i've culled together. so let's give it a go, shall we?}

(in other news, fall barreled into new york last night--literally, it just ploughed right in. so this morning i removed the fan from the corner of my room, lit a pumpkin-inspired candle, and gave some serious thought to donning a pair of boots for the rest of the day. oh fall, you and i, kid. you and i).



one of the loveliest love stories ever told.


i was not impressed by serena william's behavior during the final of the us open. (in fact, as an american, i was embarrassed by it).


my love for aziz ansari knows no bounds. (hint: food and fashion).


i believe in the printed word. but how much of say will i have in it, and for how long? this makes my heart ache (though not so much as visiting a borders a few days ago and seeing all the empty shelves). 


but then again, there's this. whatever the truth may be, i like my bookcase sans doors, thank you very much.


i grew up in a house where tennis was sacred. this one's for my parents.


a call to honor september 11th.


a gorgeous, important letter to young chefs (and to anyone who may ever pick up a spatula). 


kate middleton as the anti-kardashian? brilliant. 


i literally had this song on re-play for nearly the whole of the week. i can't stop listening to it. (i'm seeing portugal. the man in october and am nearly beside myself with excitement).

image: 

brian ferry

found here.

moleskin + evidence of coffee.

yesterday i woke up feeling slightly more like myself. so as a reward i splurged on a new moleskin-- because heaven only knows how long it's been since i used up the other and because i've taken to writing sweet nothings on scraps of white paper--which don't get me wrong, i adore, but the chance of me losing the idea that will one day make me millions is greatly increased by this loose-leaf method of organization.

so i get myself a lovely moleskin and my favorite paper mate flair pen.

and then i set about cleaning up the mess you see behind me in those photos.

(the other great hope of the lovely, little journal? less clutter on the desk. time will tell).