I found myself in a Parisian barbershop. Another test of instinct. The doubt crept in the moment I realized I had to explain how I wanted my hair cut beyond just saying, ‘shorter.’ I hesitated. A simple act. Yet stripped…
I found myself in Paris this past week, lost in the labyrinth of VinExpo. From Monday to Wednesday, I wandered the cavernous halls, tasting my way through the world—France to Italy, Georgia to California, the familiar to the esoteric. By…
“In victory, you deserve Champagne; in defeat, you need it.” — Napoleon Bonaparte. February is that month—the last gasp of winter keeping us from the rush of spring, the warmth, the good stuff. It’s when gym memberships quietly get canceled, when…
