Spring is Here, Summer on it's Heels
That means baseball and rain and my first layer of sunburn. Every spring the women take my breath away. Where were they all winter? Were the sweater so chunky that I forgot the shape of a woman? The sudden appearance of dew kissed decolletage has sent most of my friends reeling. We don't recover ourselves until the fourth of July. This is my first full summer away from New York - and so that is just an excuse to link to this classic from Manhattan Transfer
Opera in the park, with bits of cheese and chilled Sancerre in plastic cups. Lingering lunches in shaded sidewalk bistros. Rooftop parties overserving beer out of garbage cans filled with ice and sand. Sunrise whiskeys with bartenders in the Rockaways. Girls in short skirts with beads of sweat on the small of their backs. Falling asleep on the lawn alongside the Hudson River. Aperitifs at A60. Midday movies to escape the humidity... - Manhattan Transfer (read the whole thing, please)
Oh, take me home! We'll see if D.C. inspires anything similar in a few weeks.
In the meantime spring also means a load of unusable recommendations in men's magazines. But not at the San Francisco lifestyle blog, Poetic and Chic. At some point, it seems I took a moment away from criticizing Barack Obama to make some recommendations. I normally like to speak in generalities about fashion but I was specific this time. I'm impressed with the other recommendations, particularly the brogues.
Michael Brendan Dougherty
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