Three Columns

I had Mona over and we went to Kosmos, then came home and threw cheap Lidl pasta in the microwave while The O.C. season three played. My head was pounding. There was this Amy Winehouse feeling I couldn’t shake—indifference and dizziness and arrogance all mixed up, that strange state where you feel cool and slightly wrecked at the same time. That mood made me decide the site needed a third column.

I’ve been deep in a trash aesthetic lately. Trash is actually more interesting than refined design, though maybe I just need it now to pull myself back together. The real trick is the gap between trashy and noble—that’s where something actually works.