Champagne and Heels

My mom once told me that my father used to spend hours in the book stores of Moscow and drag me along with him when I was a child. I like to think I take after him in that regard. Before I moved to New York City full time I used to come down from Bard in my late teens for a day in the city and discovered the most wonderful place on earth: The Strand bookstore. I rarely bought a book elsewhere for the next fifteen years. Not only did they have brand new review copies at half off (which they now do online as well) but they also had thousands of classic books at insanely low prices, as well as the newest and most amazing art books. My place in New York is literally lined with thousands of books bought at The Strand. Plus there was something romantic and very old school NYC about spending hours wandering through dusty aisles of books that I could never get enough of. I’ve done it on every continent, every city I’ve gone to since, and always with the hope of finding some long lost treasure I haven’t seen or read yet. When I first started spending time in LA Continue reading →