Julien Godman

Writer, chef, drinker of tea, and Aide-de-Camp to The Metropolitan.

Detroit to Moscow to Yerevan

Thirty minutes into the cross Atlantic flight, the tight waisted, tight clothed, piercing eyed men and women, with little pins of Soviet era hammer, sans sickle, and wings, paraded down the aisle.

No lo sé: en Bogotá

The common cheek blushing verbiage lets me off the hook when talking to the backpack inspecting security guard at the supermercado

Carrera 7: en Bogotá

La policía are always looking for my uncle who drives all of my cousins around town. At some point my uncle and I will turn onto Carrera 7.

The Death of “Woke”

Julién Godman considers the Death of the word "Woke" (and other terms that are in danger of losing their meaning).