Posts By: Lydia Hsu

The Chalkboard

  When I was a child, I played with dust. The unwiped surfaces of our family furniture provided powder canvases for sketches and secret messages, and when I was finished drawing, poof! – with a single breath, I sent the symbols into the air, watched as they ephemerally glittered in the sunshine and then, just as… Read more »

You, Me, & JD

  “Can you play it for me?” I look up from the book. It is 2:00 AM and the rest of the entourage is busy eating wings and samosas and talking about going out to a club. But his pasta carbonara is untouched and he points to the worn copy of Liszt’s “Un Sospiro” that… Read more »

Beijing: The Missing Piece

For me it is all symphonic, and I am so aroused by living – In you alone I have found the same swelling enthusiasm, the same quick rising of the blood, the fullness. Before, I almost used to think there was something wrong. Everybody else seemed to have the brakes on. But when I feel… Read more »


It is easy in the world to live after the world’s opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude. – Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Self-Reliance” (via Lili)   Tokyo is the familiar… Read more »

Hong Kong

Everyone understands hunger, illness, poverty, slavery, and torture. No one understood that at this moment at which she crossed the street with every privilege granted her, of not being hungry, of not being imprisoned or tortured, all these privileges were a subtler form of torture. They were given to her, the house, the complete family,… Read more »

In Transit

I feel like I’m on this solitary lifelong path. No matter who weaves in and out of your life, regardless of the quality of those deep friendships and familyships, I’m the only common denominator at this point who’s been with me the whole time. And there’s this sense of trying to make sense of that… Read more »

My Roman Holiday

It takes a really great plate of pasta to inspire a smile like that.    A friend once asked me, “Given a choice – would you prefer a life that is stable and relatively uneventful, or a life of drama and extremes?”  “Well, happiness is defined by sadness,” I said at the time, “I’d rather… Read more »


“Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.” – Anais Nin, Henry and June.   Paris is a lover – an experienced lover.  She knows her attributes well and does not flaunt them; instead, she allows you to marvel and she veils her eyes demurely when you approach. She looks… Read more »

The Beautiful and The Broken

“It’s not that,” said Magnus. “There are some people — people the universe seems to have singled out for special destinies. Special favors and special torments. God knows we’re all drawn toward what’s beautiful and broken; I have been, but some people cannot be fixed. Or if they can be, it’s only by love and… Read more »