Currently obsessed

Comfort rewatch

White Chicks does not do anything halfway. The entrance is an event; the joke commits; the scene becomes a story you retell to someone who has already seen it. That energy is the brief for this half of the site.

I am borrowing its appetite for the ridiculous, not trying to become someone else. You can find the work side of me with one switch.

Car karaoke

“A Thousand Miles” has a protected place on the aux cord. There is no committee and no appeal.

The shelf

The first library I knew shared a room with the things our family stored. My dad helped me with homework every day, and reading became ordinary before I knew it was a personality trait.

The blazer

The red one keeps turning up in the pictures. At this point, it may need its own booking form.