Most days I don’t miss New York, mostly what I miss is being young in the big city. In my mind, there is something quintessentially Manhattan about this: sleek, brushed metal, industrial but not cold. As an onlooker, there is always that aspiration to someday gain access to the inside.

A quiet moment in Crackington Haven: a man sits outside his cottage, taking in the calm of a Cornish afternoon.

Through the streets of the city, in each step, there’s that implicit trust.

Where Mit and his twin brother Garth spent their summers growing up. August 7, 2009

stylecouncil1: somehow, I find myself intuitively relating to garth more than mit. it's the paleness, the grim set of the mouth, drawn brow, and overlarge hands...