I work at Vanity Fair, but these are my views. Appallingly.
Pre-Civil War-era, acanthus-motif fried chicken tongs in solid coin silver—“$2,000-3,000” for the pair. But can you really put a price on dramatic, glamorous extraction of a single, spicy Popeye’s thigh from an elegant, “8 pc. mixed bucket”?
What price can you put on no grease-fingers?
The important questions of our time.
Di had stems.
(Source: navyandwavy)
Vintage olive-wool Stetson, $30. Useful for shooting pheasants with Cousin Matthew, picking off zombie marauders post-Frankenstorm
The rubric.
Lifesize Waldo cutout mailed to my office provides long-awaited chance to make my own Where’s Waldo. (Taken with Instagram)
lobster stew, proven anti-fog remedy. (Taken with Instagram at The Lobster Dock)
Taken with Instagram at East Boothbay
Three musketeers, @VanityFair style? @carlscrush styled. (Taken with Instagram)