Field Notes 7.1.25
I’m writing this from gate B35 at Kennedy International Airport four hours before my flight is scheduled to board. I’m not privy to lounge life just yet, mainly because I’ve never tasted it and I don’t feel the need to know what I’ve been missing (unlimited hard boiled eggs.) I am, however, privy to be flirted with by the Long Island Rail Road ticket master as he discovered that I did not purchase a ticket and let me ride for free. Net positive on the day so far.
As I want to look important to all of the civilians around me by typing furiously on my laptop, I’ve committed to whipping out a substack before I board. I have so much to catch you up on since my last long form Field Notes. I’ve cherry-picked a few items from my camera roll below. Let’s ride:
Dior this, Dior that
Where were you when we were shooting in the gym with Jonathan Anderson at Uniqlo the last eight years?! JA has had a legendary career arc and his first show as Dior’s Creative Director at Paris Fashion Week was so beautiful I nearly shed tears. I am constantly in awe of his monumental creative output on a yearly basis across so many projects: his JW Anderson namesake label, his Uniqlo collab, reviving Loewe, and now Dior Men’s, Women’s, and haute couture... the triple crown. The Men’s Summer 2026 show is a must watch for summer outfit inspo if you haven’t seen it yet. I’m confident you could find something to style in your closet that’s similar and you will undoubtedly look nice.
I also have a thing for fashion show soundtracks so of course I threw the three songs together here for further research if you are interested:
Le Gays
Making the barista laugh at Le Gaz with my gay best friends who are blissfully unaware of its brother brand was the highlight of my day I spent with them despite it being a top tier one bopping around the West Village, ending in Dimes Square at Bar Belly eating a “dinner” of artichoke dip and shots of Tito’s (we’re hard core, or hypoallergenic core). They asked if his name was “Amici,” which is the name stitched into one of the Fugazi jackets he was wearing. He put our order of three cortados under the name “Amici” and made his partner yell out the name at the other end of the bar. I had to laugh — ‘twas a good reminder that there are still pure people in this world who don’t take barista-ing at the streetwear store so seriously.
Up Good Upstate
My New York-Arizona crew and I took a trip upstate to Lafayette’s Beak and Skiff Apple Orchard to see Waxahatchee and MJ Lenderman under a rainbow on a Saturday night. It was a magical weekend of nuclear lake fish sandwiches, me fiending for more red wine, and a record-breaking flat tire as we pulled into the campsite. Also s’mores, cider, and pb&j’s. I had a spiritual experience hearing Waxahatchee live. Apparently I know every song in her setlist and I can now confidently call myself a fan of hers — something I didn’t know about myself. Sometimes you have to go to the Apple Orchard to see clearly. I have since found her on substack and I’m lovin’ it:
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The Perfect Diner Does Exist
Do not pass go, do not collect $100. Go directly to Phoenicia Diner and order the 3500. From left to right: one french toast, one pancake, four strips of bacon, one cup of maple syrup, one cappuccino, one sausage, one egg, two butter pats, one Diet Coke. I must say this is not a great road trip meal if you don’t have a gut of steel like I do (not a flex). Order at your own risk, but you can thank me now.
New York City Mayoral Primary
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Miley Pop Album of the Year Contender
I dragged my friends to the first row of the Miley Cyrus Something Beautiful album release film on a Thursday evening at the midtown AMC. They thought it was a documentary and it was my fault for not warning them it would be 55 minutes of Miley’s pilates arms running through the album in various empty locations in Hollywood. Personally, I am loving the new music, I’ve always loved her veneers, and the whole film is probably what I would create if I were a pop star, down to the catwalk shot with Naomi Campbell to prove that I can measure up to a super model. Golden Burning Sun is my favorite song off the album to the point where it could make it in my top five songs this year. Standby.
Off to London
Okay they’ve started speaking on the intercom to begin boarding a flight to Geneva and the gate agent’s gone off-script looking for laughs and hoops and hollers when she should be speaking clearly to the international audience. Her standup routine is affecting my ability to think straight, so I must go get a glass of wine. I’m off to London, besties, to never return.
P.S. I just remembered that I delayed the departure of the LIRR train at the beginning of this airport adventure by jumping off the car at the last minute to scream “is this going to Jamaica?!?!?!” to the MTA employee. I know me shamefully dragging my suitcase back onto the car with my sunglasses on made him sick to watch. It was a very “SMH, lady!” moment. I wish someone was around to witness and laugh in retrospect, so now you must imagine it. Yes, of course, it was going to Jamaica.
Un beso.