Summer in New York begins the moment the first fire hydrant gets cracked open. Soon, neighborhood pools will be packed with kids playing hooky on the last few days of school, and even the most homebodyish New Yorkers will venture out for a little sunbathing in the park. Pull out your brightest prints, dust off your boombox, and head to Sal’s for a slice. It’s summertime and the livin’ is, indeed, easy.
This may come as a surprise, but we don’t actually spend every afternoon at Paperless Post HQ sipping Earl Grey and eating cucumber sandwiches on fine china. (We only wish we did.)
The end of one era is the beginning of another. Here’s to New Year’s celebrations that take us back to a mod future.
The connection between death and photography has been a conversation since the beginning of the medium itself. In 1976, Susan Sontag wrote simply: “Death is a photograph.” And, indeed, a hundred years earlier, some of the earliest photographs ever created used double exposure to show ghostly specters among the living.
During the dog days of summer—when the sun is high and the most important ingredient in a beverage is ice—we daydream about dancing the heat off in Mykonos. Our favorite hot-weather party theme harks back to the island’s tipping point, when a idyllic enclave in the middle of the Aegean turned into a hedonistic playground.