my two favorite boys head to Brooklyn
One should never admit this, but my little brother is way cooler than me. For that reason, my friends and I love it when he comes to visit us in the city. Whenever he is around exciting things just seem to happen to him and by extension, us. Last time it was dancing with Emma Watson and a slew of Victoria’s Secret models, and when he came to visit a few weekends ago, I kid you not, all these random hip kids just kept inviting us places and buying us food and drinks. And the best part is, he probably thinks these things happen to me on an everyday basis.
The only thing worse than your sibling being cooler than you is giving them the satisfaction of knowing they’re cooler than you.
Instilling the importance of Sunday brunch in the culture of New Yorkers. At The Smith.
Just a few everyday decorations at Milon on the Lower East Side.
Photo opportunities are always a struggle when someone is 6'5.
Americana and whatnot.