I’ve always loved shopping at Anthropologie, but my fascination shifted gears once I started watching Man Shops Globe on the Sundance Channel. Keith Johnson has my dream job, traveling the world and channeling inspiration as the buyer-at-large for Anthro.
On Saturday, Jo and I set our sights on walking the High Line. We met at 15th and 9th Ave where we were surprised to find Anthropologie. I knew this was a new development since my last trip to Chelsea Market in January! It’s hard to believe this Manhattan store is 9,000 square feet, the scale never feels overwhelming. I couldn’t resist taking a few photos in-between scouring the sale racks and wandering the top floor with complete envy.
I’m not sure why but, I am consistently drawn towards visual clutter. A photography professor pointed it out to me and it rings true in every aspect of my design sensibility. That’s probably why I find Anthro so appealing. The stores are always chock full of fascinating details. I love the music & the visual displays and hoard the catalogs at home. If they would just serve food, I could move right on in! I’m fortunate that the closest store is halfway between my home and office. It’s within reason, but not particularly close to any of my usual travels.
I adore these whimsical swags made out of old pages from National Geographic. I threw a shelves of them out after keeping them around for most of my entire childhood. I guess you could say my magazine hoarding started at a young age.
I almost bought this book, but I didn’t want to carry it around Manhattan all day long. It will have a home in my office shortly. Last week, I discovered The Selby and it just may be the most fascinating photographic blog I’ve seen this year. 
I HATE eating corn on the cob in public, but I’ll make an exception for this roasted version. Our table always ends up littered with black bits of charred corn husks. My other favorite is the roasted clam special. The littlenecks are served up on a hot grill, already doused in cocktail sauce. By the time our 1 lb lobster arrived, it was too dark for photos. Plus conditions were *way* too messy to be touching my camera.
Everything (including your lobster) can be cooked on the outdoor grill and below is the one-and-only menu:
The Place is BYOB and you can fill-in the rest of your meal by bringing other sides from home. You may have read about my incomplete 
These days I follow a lot of blogs. As in I’m probably nearing about 200 on my reading list. Of course not all bloggers are created equal, so yes, I squeaked with glee last Friday when I realized the one-and only-Claire Nelson had been cranking out posts, while enjoying the summertime greenery in Portland Oregon. I adore Claire and my admiration goes way back to day one. We met on my first ever overnight trip to Smith College, through my gold key guide and her big sister, Jane. Back then we both had our eye on architecture. Claire was that confident Smithie you wanted to be and wanted to know. Even back then, Claire’s taste was impeccable, her sense of style so well-honed.
In a shrinking world of handwritten correspondence, Mr. Doolittle’s stationery shop constantly inspires me to send more snail mail.
The printed version is also worth a glance as it pairs the photos and displays them at a different scale (December 7, 2009 issue). Above is the opening spread: Mahmoud Ahmadinejad and Barack Obama.