SUSHI. Modern art - especially light installations and kinky naked asian bondage photography, cocktails at hip new spots on weeknights (always better on weeknights - across the board - everywhere in the world as far as I can tell), tacky bags, ghetto-fab gold, Gil's poetry, Camille Paglia, Israel, the smell of smoke in a car, that sore feeling the day after a workout with JS, my family, ooo - not dogs, AND not hot dogs, and seriously - F cats, good djs like mancub, pretending I am a dj, not phish, not being grumpy, not stooping, not fighting, showers at burning man, champagne, oysters, not shlepping, never missing out on anything, never the Marina, pajaro dunes in the fall, vanilla anything except chocolate. Chocolate must be dark. No F-ing white chocolate.
Right this second? Tamara Mellon. I don't know. Ask me later. Oh, and John Cusack. Because of The Sure Thing in 1985. I'm being serious. And Hugh Hefner. Because I have a few questions for him.