Currently trying to recover all my lost articles (!) – but kind of tingly with excitement over starting anew-ish! I attribute this newfound positivity to my adventures into raw foodism & da...
Two things can make a woman look good in a snap regardless of how disheveled or rushed she is for some last-minute (or, God, forbid, a forgotten) appointment. 1. Great hair, or… 2. A great bag....
I love her. Her eccentricity, her philosophy, her belief and investment in fashion democracy. Her style aesthetic may not align with my own, but I have nothing but utmost respect for her unique creat...
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Part II of the H&M fitting room confessional series, because I’m having a love affair with the Swedish retailer at the moment. As is my wallet. And when the both of us are happy, well, it...
I saw this Ralph Lauren Collection Hand-Sewn Clutch on Bag Snob and kind of teared up. No, not kidding (but I totally am. I only cry over Disney films if you must know). I did swoon though, just to s...
I’m all about smart shopping. Save more, buy more. A totally twisted philosophy I was bred on, and will now try to impose upon you. It’s all rationalization, really. Do you need it? Or do...
I rarely get excited over collaborations or capsule collections of any sort. One, I can’t be bothered most of the time, and two, they’re brilliant marketing ploys I refuse to get sucked i...
First that, now this. I think Kate Spade’s advertising and creative directors are reading my thoughts all too well… . . . bises xx {image via}
I don’t usually post photos for a few reasons: (1) I’m not particularly photogenic, (2) I feel a bit vain if I’m posing unless I’m with friends or actually at an event, (3) I ...
Set in Cambodia’s Siem Reap province, saturated in greens and rich with olives, a wistful, barefoot Angelina Jolie sits afloat a wooden boat overlooking the lakeside landscape. Pale skin and da...
It’s obvious I love my public library. Maybe too much, since I make at least two visits a week. Barnes & Noble trips rivaling my library rendez-vous became far too expensive (it’s the...
Entitled to alliteration because of my love affair with words and literature. But essentially an umbrella for all things observed, noticed and loved maintenant. There’s nothing like overusing d...
Besides Chanel, DKNY was the only other Resort 2012 collection that struck a chord with me. It’s a bit more androgynous for my personal liking, but the presentation and styling were done perfec...
By now it’s hardly a secret that I’m a Francophile. A caffeine addicted, Jean Shrimpton and Lagerfeld-worshipping Francophile. My heart palpitates at the sight of little sweaters, fitted ...
By now you all probably know how I adore Kimberly Taylor – I was so lucky to have been able to interview her for my last stint interning for PLASTER magazine just as she was becoming the fashio...
I have a penchant for little journals and notebooks I can easily toss into my handbag du jour. I’m always scribbling something down (Post-It’s or otherwise, thus a need to get organized) ...
Dear Kimberly/Kim/ABC, I debated sending you this e-mail for a month or so now. I hope you don’t think this is weird, because it might be crossing some line, but I don’t know – I fe...
Happy birthday to the one and only Marilyn Monroe! The iconic of bombshells, the hourglass of hourglass curves, the coquettes of coquettes who embraced both her sexuality and was never for one moment...
I wish I could call myself a foodie. But alas, I’m not; a while back I tweeted: “I’m not a foodie, I’m a fattie. Wise words of my food soulmate, @NicoleDarmanin. Couldn’...
So I’m still alive. And so are you. Giving me another day to enjoy my nightly Nutella-slathered sliced bread, another x amount of days to work up enough bones to pay for a box of Ladurée macaro...
Might as well look good those last 24 hours or so, non? It would be cruel and unusual punishment to let me shrivel in the confines of my home, thus rendering it justifiable to shell out the plastic c...
I love words. The look of them. The taste of them. The sound of them. I love cheeky. Raunchy, even. In the classiest way, of course. Therefore it comes at no surprise that I adore kitschy little grap...
… because I come alive in the nighttime. This is my visage, snapped with the ever high-quality Photobooth. Shoddy, but you get the idea. By standards of logic, the commutative property and all ...
A compilation of observations, reflections, and miscellaneous things, organized haphazardly (ah, the beauty of oxymorons). The only thing these thoughts share is their title. Here’s to allitera...
… a continuation of part i of the café diaries… . . . Here I am, still scrawling illegibly into my notebook, watching a guy tap his sneakers to piano and trumpets, checking Facebook every...
It doesn’t help that the past few generations of girls have been bred on Disney films about princesses who are swept away off their feet by some Prince Charming, complete with an ensemble of ch...
It’s debatable. But perhaps no longer – Marchesa has designed its own rendition of the classic, Playboy bunny costume in celebration of the opening of the new Playboy Club on June 4. The ...
Such an oldie, but a goodie regardless. I love an editorial that tells a story, explicit or implicit (after all, every article of clothing, one a certain woman, in a certain place is a story in itsel...
More often than you think do I get an e-mail with that title as the subject line. It’s an entirely serious question, regardless of how bizarre the inquiry may seem – and thus deserving of...
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