• Soul 2 Salvage

    Soul 2 Salvage

    Honest Work There’s a scene I can’t shake: Bond and Vesper on the beach in Casino Royale. Her head rests on his chest. He sits up, and we see her just beyond his shoulder. Hyper-saturated, sun-soaked pale orange bordering on turmeric, surrounded by a hint of piercing aqua sea. The dialogue is painstakingly sweet, saccharine. The…

  • Licence to Unwind

    Licence to Unwind

    Saturday Nights My old weekends? A few hundred cash in hand, easy—unlimited 4 Roses pours while DJing to a lively 21+ crowd. I loved it. Never a bad time. But honestly, they pale in comparison to the new rituals. These days, it’s Live at the BBC and Gardening Club on the Sky Glass with my…

  • In Conversation : Caton Vance #1

    In Conversation : Caton Vance #1

    Rediscovering Joy with Caton Vance In our first conversational episode of Time to Live Again, I had a deep conversation with site contributor, Caton Vance of Vance and Company. We discuss the pillars of living life fully, the social impact of digital content, and how to maintain creativity and joy amidst life’s demands.  Caton shares…

  • In Favour of Not Doing Too Much

    In Favour of Not Doing Too Much

    Woodford Reserve over Weller and Pappy. Tudor over Rolex. Chateaubriand over Côte de Boeuf. Keep your old iPhone. And other sanctimonies… I’m starting Hard 75 soon—right after Disney Paris. So, here I am, sipping my last pour of Woodford, listening to a self-help podcast. Don’t laugh. I owe much of my worldview—getting my way in…

  • Mans enough

    Mans enough

    pink gin fizz and that… Tonight, I finished Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps with my wife. (And as I write this, I realize the importance of punctuation—just so we’re clear, Wall Street isn’t sleeping with my wife.) Anyway… I’m writing this while drinking a pink gin fizz, with Oisín O’Malley playing in the background. It’s 11 PM on a…

  • Where Was I?

    Where was I? Struggling. But not in a way that I had ever anticipated I felt inadequate, weighed down by unrealistic expectations. There was this constant pull—on one hand, the desire to achieve something great, and on the other, the feeling of falling short. I was caught between moments of ambition and those inevitable lows…