• new paths

    new paths

    The first “nice” day of the year in New York is always a spectacle. Many trudge up the trails near the East river all year and especially winter. But, when the sun has finally won the battle – that first “nice” day of the year – it is hard to miss the joyful lull in…

  • sunday dinner one winter evening

    sunday dinner one winter evening

    Over the years I have come to love the austerity of winter. As crowds thin and trees are nothing but their bones, it’s striking to see the silhouettes reign supreme. This year I’ve been taking in all the lovely views of boney trees, sinewy bridges and icy skyscrapers from my window. On cold evenings as…

  • Blue Highways of New York City

    Blue Highways of New York City

    Freshly back from our summer travels, we moved into our new apartment by the East River in Williamsburg, Brooklyn this October. In the empty apartment, we had nothing but the East River and all the wonderful characters atop it to wander upon. We had only been in the apartment for a couple of hours when…

  • Home, Familiarity, Perspective

    Home, Familiarity, Perspective

    There is always a search to find your favorites in a home – special edge of the sofa that you can claim as yours, favored seat at the dining table, perfect side of the bed, your dearest view outside the window. In a space like home where things are already familiar, it is fascinating how…

  • august in new york

    august in new york

    everything is so ruminative about august it’s the last cry, last burst, last time summer stands before you last chance to hear thousands of ac units hum like the wind above the water last chance to smell evening dinners from clanking plates in neighboring patios last chance to race to lick the gelato dripping down…

  • Media check (Late Sept to Mid Oct)

    Media check (Late Sept to Mid Oct)

    Fall wind has rustled me back to the blog! Late summer was busy with travel, apartment hunting, moving yada yada yada but I am excited more than ever to be back and share some of my musings.   Here are some fun snippets of media that have scratched my brain recently –  How Glossier Made Effortlessness…

About me

Moto Mutu simply translates to Fat Heart in Nepali. The writings in this blog are a collection of thoughts that, at times, feel too big to contain. So, out of this almost bursting heart, I’m excited to share splices of my thoughts with you all!

– AKG