sometimes i’m in my apartment, naked, bellowing the melody to some ludovico einaudi piece, eating a pomegranate – a typical tuesday afternoon – and i’m …

watched: savage grace.  i had put off watching this because it seemed like some sort of drawing room drama that ended in tragedy.  clearly i …

don’t you hate it when you find a piece of artwork that’s almost perfect, that speaks to you in all the ways you want to …

portrait of my dog (yes, this is how she sleeps): 2008.06.19 8.10am, nyc.

portrait of my father: 2008.06.13 7.00pm, barolo, nyc.

i am now a full, dyed-in-the-wool believer of malcolm gladwell’s assertions on simultaneous discovery.  dated four weeks ago, there’s a note in my notebook about …

I spend far too much of my life daydreaming about scenarios like this: I wanted to ask for survival tips in case I am unexpectedly …

i’m pretty certain i’m related to julius evola; it certainly might explain my interest in decadence and elitism. see, his father, baron vincenzo evola, was …

this has been fascinating me lately.  as i understand it: the cathars were a catholic fringe group in 11th-13th century france who believed that the …

Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind, But as for me, hélas, I may no more. The vain travail hath wearied me …