Anonymous asked: Hello! I'm a fellow Missourian and am coming to NYC for the first time (how is this possible?!) with a group of friends. We have some great dinners planned but need help with the rest. We don't want to be too touristy... What should we do? Where should we eat for brunch/lunch/everything in between? More importantly, what should I wear?? Ps congrats on the ultra!
Anonymous asked: You have a good eye and classic taste, and I'm wondering what your ideal engagement ring and wedding band would be. Or possibly just nix the engagement ring and go for a simple band? Looking at rings for my future wife (I hope!).
My ideal ring is Asscher cut, two carats, set in a platinum band. While I love the idea of scratching the blood diamond altogether and just wearing a plain band when I get married, I’m also really conventional. The ring is the thing. (And thank you for the kind words.)
quesorprisa asked: Hey CaryI have been following your blog for a while and always find it insightful and entertaining. I recently quit a job that I loved but the work environment was toxic and ended a long term relationship . I am at a loss as to what my next steps. You seem to have it all - great job, great friends, great city - and I was wondering if you could provide a little advice on how to get there? Thanks!
Hi miss (or gent), consider all the upheaval a blessing in disguise. My M.O. at such moments is to throw myself into a crazy project—learn a new language, train for a triathlon, mentor a little kid, get the finances in order and save for something big. Kick it all off with a wild night out. Rally your friends, hit the champagne, and next morning, chug a green juice and go for a nice long run. Self-improve for no one’s sake but your own.
But how did I get where I am, you ask: a lot of determination and a lot of luck. I set my sights on New York early and rarely looked back (minus that brief Newport/Saint Louis hiccup) and stopped at almost nothing to stay here. Wherever you are, fall in love with it. Fall in love with your friends; make them your family. Do things for them that they’ll never forget: Send flowers to their offices, have everyone over for dinner and a movie, and call them on the phone to say hello when it’s so much easier to text. Hunting for a job? Make it your full-time job. Start a blog, a portfolio. Brand yourself. Do your best work. Love nursing? Volunteer at the local free clinic. Want to teach? Sign up to be a substitute and head back to school. Apply everywhere for everything. Go out every night. Network, network, network. And drink less! For some reason, nothing clears my head or makes me feel better about myself and the future like teetotaling. Sad but true.
Oscar Isaac in character as Llewyn Davis—he bears an impossible resemblance to an ex-boyfriend in almost every way—clothes, hair, facial expressions, neighborhood, politics (probably), artistic raison d’être, the fucking scarf—I’m almost afraid to see this movie (tonight).
Fresh reads, every day.
- We still have a few days till winter officially starts, but since it's snowing all over the country, I figured what the heck. Here are the books I read this past autumn:
- Philip Roth: Letting Go
- Tobias Wolfe: Old School
- Philip Roth: Goodbye, Columbus and Five Stories
- Richard Phillips: A Captain’s Duty
- Thomas Wolfe: The Lost Boy
- Anonymous: Primary Colors
- Duncan J. Watts: Everything Is Obvious (Once You Know the Answer)
- Kimberlee Auerbach: The Devil, the Lovers, and Me
- Raymond Carver: Short Cuts
- Joseph Epstein: The Hollywood Economist
"It’s sweaty in Miami, but the diamonds will keep me cool."
Kimberly Denise “Lil’ Kim” Jones
Stylewise, I stuck to a simple palette in South Beach.
Lots of silver and white with shots of citron yellow.
Lots of bikinis under lots of dresses.
This look is all Ralph Lauren above the waist and J.Crew below.
Miami was pretty amazing. A colleague and I flew down last Tuesday to cover Art Basel for RL Magazine, but of course there was as much play as work. I had never been to the art fairs, never seen so much beautiful, crazy, enraging, and shocking art in my life; I had never been in a room as big as the Miami Beach Convention Center. It felt as though I had just woken up.
As in Capri, I arrived with no expectations and no real game plan but listened and watched and asked questions and tried to make a story out of everything I experienced. The artists we met have so much passion and believe so strongly in what they’re doing, I mean, you’d have to totally believe in it or else you’d go crazy, and I left feeling as if I too would go crazy if I didn’t start doing what I love most again, which is write. With real love behind it.
Anyway! Long runs on the beach every morning, late dinners at Lure and La Sandwicherie, a private coastal tour by seaplane, and you bet I got a story.
I took this photo underneath a bough of palms at the Soho Beach House; Saturday, December 7, 2013.
Anonymous asked: help! last night I was invited to the after-party of this [super new] boy's black tie work holiday party ... which is THIS Friday. The after-party is also being hosted by his company [a consulting firm]. We're in Boston [ie, it's FREEZING!], my budget is $100, and I would ideally love to pair the dress/outfit with a sick pair of black suede booties that make my legs look fab. any ideas? thank you!
Fuck shopping. Pair your favorite LBD with a fresh new red lipstick, a sheer tight, and a bootie by Jessica Simpson. (She does a great inexpensive shoe.) Glowing skin will be the finishing touch. Have fun!!
Anonymous asked: Cary, dear, I fear I'm getting older. I trust you. Any recommendations for under-eye firming creme, or whatever the hell it's called? xo
Oh girl, I know that song. But I’m not doing much about it yet beyond moisturizing with argan oil twice daily and this stuff every night. Drink water, wear sunscreen, watch what you eat, etc. etc. etc. And remember that getting older is a privilege and you’d rather have fine lines than be dead.
Dang. Where have I been all your lives? Time is moving too fast. We spent Thanksgiving at the beach; it was just the unplug-and-do-nothing break that I needed, but something was missing. Mom, Dad, Jane, Emily. I had a cold. Couldn’t play outside. Never enough fresh air and the light faded at four. Still, chocolate cake every day and Nebraska, which was very good.
Tonight through Sunday: Miami! Six days of beach running, art party hopping, and a private tour of the whole joint by seaplane. Follow my adventures there in real time via Instagram.
Last night: While running, made a pit stop at the mid-Manhattan NYPL branch. I haven’t checked out books in years, but it was all so familiar: finding the right stack, searching the author by last name alphabetical, seeing where that search lead—one, two, three—three books was enough to carry home (while still maintaining an 8:00/mile pace). They really do smell like nothing else—words and aging paper and, yes, a little bit of filth, but that’s part of why reading is so thrilling. You never know what you’re going to catch. Finished one last night (The Lost Boy by Thomas Wolfe) and starting Philip Roth’s Goodbye Columbus on the plane. Have you read either? What do you think?
Mister: good. Work: okay. Running: not much. Home: Liquiteria on 15th and Eighth. Want: long hair again and a tan! One of those is attainable. The other, patience, patience, grasshopper.
December, December, you dark, stressful bitch of a month.
Anonymous asked: In your winery photo your friend with the orange hat is carrying a beautiful bag! Do you happen to know where she got it?