The Pleasure Lists Q&A: Laura Jung

We’re back with another installment of The Pleasure Lists: Pleasures, Curated.

I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I enjoy getting to know members of the Pleasure Lists community and what makes their Pleasures tick.

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Laura is a writer, creative, and founder of Digestifs, a newsletter examining fashion, modern femininity, and cultural discernment. Some would say she is an influencer. She straddles editorial, luxury, and digital culture as a system of taste, power, and identity. She lives in New York.

Location: NYC

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1. My perfect americano first thing in the morning in whatever mug I’ve decided to use that day, usually sourced from my travels.

For me, mornings are infinitely better than evenings–so much so that I think about my morning coffee and breakfast as soon as my head hits the pillow. I’m extremely particular about my coffee, so the perfect cup starts at home with my espresso machine: four ounces, the ideal espresso-to-water ratio, and a thick layer of crema. I turn on some soft music, pull out my journal and pen, and choose a vessel for my americano. I’ve sourced ceramics from all over the world during my travels, and my budding collection has made my coffee ritual that much more beautiful and personal.

2. A 4pm hazy cat nap in the summer sun, after a hearty lunch and a glass of wine or beer.

They often leave me feeling discombobulated, groggy, or like I’ve wasted the day. I know that’s largely shaped by a productivity mindset… but a quick nap in the afternoon sun in the summer? Bliss.

Even more so after a beautiful meal with just one glass of wine or beer. I picture myself on a sunbed by the sea somewhere in Italy, with absolutely nothing else to do that day except take a shower…

3. Open windows on a warm day

I’ve never liked air conditioning. Maybe it’s the Korean in me, or maybe it’s that I just always run cold. I grew up learning to endure the thick, humid summers—windows open, air unmoving—because somewhere in the back of my head was the belief that cooled air wasn’t clean. But there’s a quiet pleasure in a warm day with the windows thrown open—the soft drift of air, the outside noise slipping in, the feeling of circulation.