The new Stabilo adverts are perfect.

Powerful. Never not inspired by the creative direction of NYT Magazine

Congratulations! Announcing our first intern, Maddy Carrucan! We'll see you in a couple weeks.

I can't remember when I wrote this – must have been eons ago – but I believe it in the marrow of my being and refuse to unbelieve it, no matter how challenging the interaction. Another great gift: reminding one another who we are.

What did I know, what did I know of love’s austere and lonely offices? —Robert Hayden poets.org/poetsorg/poem/…

I wrote about the terrific new Sharon Van Etten record -- which got me thinking about how strangely terrifying it is to find happiness -- for this week's issue of The New Yorker: newyorker.com/magazine/2019/…

How does he do it? youtube.com/watch?v=kf_zVz…

New writing from me. This one’s called Happy Accidents: worldsgreatestinternship.co/blog/happy-acc…

San Francisco. New York. London. Check, check, check. Maddy and Whitney are in Brussels now. Check the blog to get the details. worldsgreatestinternship.co/blog/

United States of Everywhere. worldsgreatestinternship.co/blog/united-st…

So today I said goodbye to Madeleine & Whitney Badge who have finished their worldsgreatestinternship journey. It’s just the beginning for them, and I’m so excited for their bright, bright future. This industry has given me friends for life.

Madeleine Whitney Badge worldsgreatestinternship

“Magic is certain. Magic is everywhere. It lights up every dark room”. 💡 My last post for worldsgreatestinternship is up now: worldsgreatestinternship.co/blog/last-danc…

CBS title cards by Georg Olden.

My eight year-old nephew wrote this poem and I'm just going to retire from the literary community now.

The little violets’ heads bowed on their stems, The pre-dawn gossamers, all dew and scrim And star-lace, it was more through them I felt the beating of the huge time-wound We lived inside.

If you read anything today let it be this. theredhandfiles.com/how-long-will-…

Dream team. So so proud.

Design is now a race against everything that has happened, and is yet to happen. We take everything we know, and feel, and remember —and sprint. Every atom of love, and doubt, and hope, is rocket-fuel. Make-believe it.