. . . while it may be too soon for late afternoons on ocean waves, writing from a beautiful hotel...
. . . hello! hope you are well, and had meant send along a few lovely links on friday, but...
. . . one of those impossibly busy weeks were the lists are a million miles long and inboxes are...
. . . has been one of those weeks, where, despite having a million things to do, thoughts could not...
What is it about the sea that calls us so? For reasons of insouciant living alone, surely, it beckons as...
. . . while the weekend away may have been luxuriously low-key, the week has already began at a frenetic...
. . . this weekend, we have had every single brunch on a sunny terrace, and every single dinner on...
. . . every year, around this time, wistfully bid summer the fondest of all farewells, for the light has...
Product placement is over. It’s so lame. Why smuggle an item of merchandise into a movie, like contraband, and have people snicker at the subterfuge, when you can declare your product openly and lay it on the table? Why not make a film about the merch? That was the case with “Steve Jobs” (2015), which unfolded the creation myth of Apple; with “The Founder” (2016), which did the same for McDonald’s; with “Tetris,” now on Apple TV+; with the upcoming “BlackBerry,” which is not, alas, about the harvesting of soft fruits; and with “Joy” (2015), which gave us our first chance—pray God it not be our last—to watch Jennifer Lawrence trying her hardest to sell mops.
