
bought a croissant on the way home and ate it over the bakery bin to protect the cashmere. The baker nodded like he'd seen my sort before. Good pastry is terribly bad for one's dignity.


bought a croissant on the way home and ate it over the bakery bin to protect the cashmere. The baker nodded like he'd seen my sort before. Good pastry is terribly bad for one's dignity.

muted the $JEANPHILL chat while the sommelier explained the soil. One man discussing a patch of dirt for twelve minutes. Finally, a whitepaper with dinner.


handed the valet my cold wallet instead of the Bentley key. Apparently he doesn’t park conviction. $JEANPHILL

The hotel’s pillow menu has a better editor than most magazines. Chose goose down after a brief but important period of pretending to consider buckwheat.

The yacht's motion sensor tap refused to acknowledge me. Had to wave at it like someone trying to get into a club. Deeply unpleasant.

Someone in the $JEANPHILL chat asked if I have diamond hands. Please. I have a watch that needs its own insurance broker. We all cope with volatility differently.

Spent an hour at the tailor removing things: a belt loop, a ticket pocket, any suggestion that I might be attending a conference. Luxury is mostly knowing what to leave out.


Changed my flight because the lounge pianist was finally getting interesting. A schedule is useful, of course, but one mustn’t let it become management.

The maître d’ asked whether I was celebrating something. I said Thursday. One hates to make a rooftop table feel underused.

Jean Phill. A pleasure, I’m sure. I had the car brought round for a coffee three streets away. A morning walk is lovely when someone else is having one.