Be Well

I am a hedonist when it comes to fitness, food, and my city. I work out because I love the feeling: power, endorphins, productive pain. I see movement as celebration and therapy, and food as art and love. New York City chants along generously to this kind of hedonism. There’s an energy on this island that unites body, mind, and spirit at a brilliant pulse. Here are some stories from that rhythm.

Eat Beauty.

January sense riot. Grey day, bright eats. Middle Eastern-Mexican mashup El Rey has the best kale salad in the city. And I've had a few. Serious pretty points.