“The affectless gaze. The diffracted grace. The bored languor. The wasted pallor. The chic freakiness, the basically passive astonishment, the enthralling secret knowledge. The chintzy joy, the revelatory tropisms, the childlike, gum-chewing naivete, the glamour rooted in despair, the self-admiring carelessness, the perfected otherness, the wispiness, the shadowy, voyeuristic, vaguely sinister aura, the pale, soft-spoken magical presence, the skin and bones.” – Andy Warhol
Welcome to Passively Astonished. There’s no real theme or rhyme or reason to this blog, but I will recount my cooking adventures, my attempts to grow plants in Manhattan, and any amusing anecdotes regarding my efforts to be attractive, witty, and somehow not completely embarrassing while drunk or (/and) on dates. Also expect posts about fashion, art, design, books, and music I stumble upon in my wanderings through New York and the internet.