When George Hahn is not needling, charming, or entertaining the quarter of a million souls who follow him on Twitter, he is publishing sharp and incisive essays on his eponymous Web site, hosting (and guest-hosting) the occasional podcast, and further refining his sartorial signatures. An ardent, longtime New Yorker and chronic raconteur of city life, Hahn presides over his slice of the Upper West Side with style and gravitas. He’s popular and talked about, for very good reason. Herewith, he shares his key components to the good life. —Ashley Baker
Airline: One that operates on time, with a perfect safety record, plenty of legroom, and a dress code.
Airport: The Pan Am Worldport at J.F.K. in the 1960s.
Alibi: “I was tanning my balls during the incident in question.”
App: Twitter.
Bag: Any great-looking, well-made bag with little-to-no dead animal on it.
Bedtime: Midnight.
Bike: The Brompton. It’s the perfect city bicycle and should be part of the Architecture and Design collection at MoMA.
Birthday: Mine—November 15.
Boyfriend: A smart, handsome, nicely dressed older man who knows how to make me think, make me laugh, make me hard, and make me coffee.
Breakfast, weekday: GoLean Crunch with non-dairy yogurt, blueberries, raisins, chia seeds, and honey. Or oatmeal.
Breakfast, weekend: Farro and quinoa at Tarallucci e Vino.
