Aleks invited me to shoot with him in March 2020, but we did a pandemic instead. It’s interesting to compare these photos taken two years later to the ones we might have shot then, before most of us knew terms like spike proteins, essential workers, and capital police. Or I imagine it is. I haven’t actually seen the photos yet as I write this, but I do know what I experienced shooting them. The day before our rescheduled appointment I got a haircut and a new eye-cream. Later that night I had a minor panic attack. It was February 14, 2022 and Russia would not invade Ukraine (again) for ten more days, but the news showed a seventy-year-old woman learning how to shoot an assault rifle and I had a moment of awakening to reality that left me hyperventilating in my apartment.

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It’s getting on to that time of year again … Oktoberfest!  “Why is it called Oktoberfest when the majority of the event occurs in September?” That, my friends, is because of marketing. Oktoberfest began in 1810 and, without going into the history of the festival, the short answer is that the festival ends the on the first Sunday in October (unless it runs into Monday or Tuesday… never mind that now) and, to maximize the fun and profit, the start got pushed back into the middle of September.

The world has changed and so has your style. What you wore pre-pandemic no longer suits you. So as you head back to the office and more in-person events this fall season, it’s time to rethink what you wear to make the best impression. The key to dressing your best now is all about the balance between style and comfort. Which means just enough of both to avoid looking like you’re either over or under doing it. Here are 3 style tips to help you do just that.

It’s that time of year again. School’s back in session. The kids have stopped nagging you all day. It’s dusk by 7PM. And except for a bit of late-season luck, rooftop cocktail sunsets are now just a memory. We love/hate September for all the things it represents. Yes, it’s the end of long, sun-filled days, scantily clad tan flesh, spontaneous beach days, and a break from the grindstone.

I’m in my kitchen, chiffonading a fat stack of basil while a stick of butter softens on my counter. I turn to the stove and lift the lid of my pot to see if the salted water I put on earlier is boiling. The steam whips me in the face, signaling it’s time for the main event. Grabbing two corn cobs, I excitedly thrust them into the air and shout, “it’s CORN! A BIG LUMP with KNOBS. IT HAS THE JUICE!”, seemingly apropos of nothing. Now, if these walls could talk, they’d probably say something along the lines of, “this bitch is out of her GOURD fam”. Why my walls have the voice of a Gen Z-er, I’m not entirely sure…but one thing I am certain of is that toothless little corn-loving Tariq and his unabridged, songified adoration of this aMAIZEing vegetable (see what I did there?) has invaded my subconscious so much so that I – and seemingly most of America under 40 -- cannot glance at a piece of corn without bursting into spontaneous song.