Kate Moss. The ideal dress, classic shoes. A simple silver strand, et c’est fin. . . . x {image via}
I told you these fashion posts would be coming back. A lady always keeps her word, now, doesn’t she? I could start of a slew of fashion week related reviews with my predictable usual favorites;...
This is why I love to dance. (And also why I will always have a soft spot for the 1950s/1960s.) . . . x {image via}
I once said that a hint of vulgarity is always welcome in a lady’s wardrobe. I still stand by it. (I’m quite stubborn when it comes to personal philosophy, superficial and otherwise.) I&...
I get the whole corporate-ness and superficiality of it all – I do. But I can’t help but say I love Valentine’s Day, single or not, down to the unexpected texts and hearts-sprinkled...
A much warranted catch-up by skimming through Jezebel left me speechless at this image from one of their top articles: So we’ll sacrifice any progress made in the feminist movement for a sole m...
Only the first of February would be welcomed with 60-something degree weather – a luxury and rarity in the midst of a New Jersey winter. A good omen? I think so. I almost wore my latest and (on...
Movie I love, Erin Brockovich. The reason why I loved law & became infatuated with justice. Because yes, one woman can make a difference. “Be the change you wish to see in the world,”...
I’ve always loved the idea of the cowgirl – it’s quite personal – the somewhat flighty yet self-righteous woman with boots made for walking. She’s all sass and wit with ...
“We are the girls with anxiety disorders, filled appointment books, five-year plans. We take ourselves very, very seriously. We are the peacemakers, the do-gooders, the givers, the savers. We a...
It’s been a while. Scouring the interwebz for the cheapest possible copy of several textbooks is exhausting, you know. Exhilarating? You don’t have to tell me twice. Because my energies a...
Pourquoi pas? I’m always making lists, anyhow. Angelina Jolie. For obvious reasons, besides the fact that – despite what people say – I’ll always see her as fantastic role mod...
On my vanity, maintenant: Also on rotation is an all-time favorite, no. 333 “Madness.” The perfect chocolate-dipped red, gifted by a reader and friend a few years ago when I wrote under a...
Snapped in Express. I’ve always had my eye on their collection of bandage skirts simply for their incredible array of color selection (because I’d obviously pick up anything besides neutr...
My reviews of designer collections mirror my personality (and life motto): all, or nothing. I either like just a scant few, or am blown away by a season in its entirety. Pre-fall collections rarely i...
Versace tops as one of my favorite design houses of all time, for many reasons. It’s no wonder, then, that I was floored when news of a Versace x H&M collection was to hit select stores in ...
I take advantage of any opportunity to use shots from the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show. It’s 2012! I get giddy saying it. Two-thousand-twelve. Shouting it. Two-thousand-twelve! Thinking ...
Only a few more days left until the new year. Amazing, isn’t it? A miracle in itself. The bests of this past year can be summed up in one (long) sentence: this was the year I both lost and fou...
I may or may not have multiple personalities. But these are the things that are consistently on my mind. Lace & leather, all things feminine gone vampy. These are the things a woman – any w...
I find outfit snaps irrelevant to ABC, for a few reasons; one of which being that I wear the same thing all the time. I define it as personal style, and enjoy it quite well, but I’m also the gi...
A list of things I love want, because sometimes, despite how unwarranted and ironic in the season of giving, I enjoy indulging myself in a little harmless fun. I preach smart shopping and all that ja...
The gratification I get from Twitter is immense. Thus it was only fitting that, for once, I take full advantage of blogging’s instantaneous nature for an of-the-moment current affair, maintenan...
C’est tout. Indulging in Pilates, chocolates, and learning vintage Britney dance routines during my study breaks (“Toxic” and “I’m A Slave 4 U” namely; don’t...
This quickie truly is for transparency’s sake (which also serves as an ode to most-loved essentials). I’ve essentially been living in my favorite basics given the stress of final exams, w...
There’s no inkling of doubt that I adore Julia Restoin-Roitfeld (aside from the fact that she has one fierce, Alaïa-wearing mama). Her entire aura simply oozes the best of both worlds, where Fr...
Panties’ are a twist with individual day-to-day pages in my Filofax filled to the absolute brim with things to do. But no matter, there are more important things on hand. Literally. Did you enj...
No explanation needed, but because it’s me, well, some sort of yammering (relevant or not) is completely and totally obligatory, however gratuitous on my end. Since reading about Joy Gryson a f...
… because who isn’t on the seemingly infinite prowl for the perfect, small, black, everyday bag? Preferably of the cross-body variety to keep the hands free to clutch onto other essential...
One of the most beautiful videos I’ve yet seen, by none other that Dior, of course. Stunning videography and endless (well, 8:27 minutes) inspiration: here is my ideal wardrobe, in Portofino, w...
The one thing I dislike about Essie polishes is that the color of application often turns out far differently from what you see in the bottle. But for “Bahama Mama” it’s a pro ̵...
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