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We fleet-feeted New Yorkers transport ourselves by moving gracefully, swiftly (alright, slowly for some of us) along the sidewalks, dashing here and there, jay-walking with aplomb. But when given the chance to drive, it might take even longer to arrive at one's destination (traffic aside) because car light is just so dappled, all at once strobing and soft and so one just might have to pull over to take some photographs of beloved new rings on the drive to the office. 

xo Leigh 

This spring and beyond, consider the thumb ring, says I (and you?)! My left thumb has a special meaning to me (it involves childhood and my mom, as most things do); for years I've longed for a fancy thumb ring and so this morning I fished around in my jewelry dish, plucked out the Serpent d'Eau eternity ring that I love so, and popped it on that special to me left thumb. Thumb ring wearing feels nice and pleasing and unexpected and right. Join me, won't you?

xo Leigh

"For a short while the highest point of the New York skyline was marked by a girl standing on tiptoe. At night she was also the brightest point, the focus of 66 incandescent lamps and ten spotlights, at a time when there was little electric light in the city. During the day, the sun detonated her gilded surface and she ‘flashed against a green-blue sky’, as Willa Cather described it in My Mortal Enemy." — Diana of the Upper Air, Lavinia Greenlaw 

Reader, read it! So very, very good. Like a gust of cool breeze, the sort that would have sent Diana spinning.

xo Leigh

Our dear friend and artist, Regina Yazdi who created our iconic swans (you'll find them everywhere - on our tote bags, on our postcards, on our tissue paper, we love them so!) was kind enough to film a quick swan tutorial for all of us! Join us in drawing along - and send us your swans (DM us, email us, text us!) we'd love to see your work :)

This weekend we're eating mini cannolis and walking around the neighborhood, buoyed by a very close read of The Remnants of La Dolce Vita in Brooklyn’s Italian Williamsburg. Pictured above, local cannolis eaten in the very intensive R&D for our own Holy Cannoli. 

xo Leigh

I chain-smoke books. From time to time, though, I hit a rut and nothing sticks. When this happens I like to turn to what Rony calls "literary potato chips." My current bag of literary potato chips is Tina Brown's Vanity Fair Diaries. - the introduction is a slog but then it's one folded chip after the other (my favorite kind).

xo Leigh