
A sketch of one of my favorite West Village townhouses. I mean really, is there anywhere else you would rather live besides a lavender townhouse in the West Village??
When my former roommate and I were poor recent college grads, we lived on three things: popcorn, peanuts in their shells, and the "Red Cheese" as we called it. I don't even know what it was- gouda maybe, but every time my mom came to visit she brought the red cheese, which she lovingly purchased at Costco. We would sit and watch Paradise Hotel on our little TV and eat layer after layer of that thing.
Rizzoli on 57th street is my happy place. Whenever I need to be inspired I go there and browse the food and art books and the Children's books. They have the best Children's book section in the city, I think. It is small but it has the most unique selection. Buying a book at Rizzoli feels much better than buying from Barnes and Noble, or any other huge book store.

I went upstairs today to visit my wildly talented and funny coworker and friend Dan. He just got back from Paris and brought back some Macaroons.....my favorite thing on earth. I had what I think was a vanilla bean one- unreal. When I went to Paris a while back, I brought some home in the Laduree boxes above....and polished them ALL off while driving back from the airport on the FDR. I did the above illustration soon after I got back. Now they are decorative objects in my apt (I've seen the black and white box a bazillion times in magazines- it is a stylist's go-to.)