“Be grateful. Be badass.”
This is the phrase that adorns the bio page of the instructor of my first SoulCycle class. Next to this proverb is his profile photo: a young, muscular man wearing a tank…
Lina Bergamini
On the night of the Summer Solstice, the Highline was transformed into what…
When my world split cleanly down the middle, one rainy October night, I was holding a teapot.
It was white, with pink flowers and two bamboo handles that made it difficult to wedge onto my tiny boarding-school bookshelf. It was, at…