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I was mindlessly waiting in a coffee shop over the weekend when I looked up (from my phone, I confess) and saw a quote scribbled neatly on a chalkboard that really struck a chord with me…
Well, I’m back from Paris, on US soil and am fully prepared to admit it… The French do just about everything better, you guys.
So for today, it’s business on the bottom and (slumber) party on the top. I’m practicing my Parisian this week, you guys. And my French. How am I doing? [“quelle horreur!” they agree in unison.]
Are you ready for some football? I know I am! And by that, I mean bring on the Bud Light. (In moderation, of course, Mom.) Super Bowl Sunday is one of the biggest sporting events of the year, and regardless of whether or not you’ve got to Google who’s playing (or what time the Puppy […]
Today’s pseudo-preppy ensemble isn’t one I’d typically style on myself, but I was feeling inspired by the Equestrian vibes of my Christopher Fischer sweater. And you can never go wrong with a neutral palette pairing.
The art of layering is actually quite simple — if you have the right closet components. And from November to April (a harsh reality here on the East Coast), it’s all about your outerwear. The hardest part about dressing for the brisk months ahead is keeping your style fresh all season long. As a result, I’m sharing […]
Earlier this month month, I hopped on the subway (flats on; heels in-hand, natch) and headed downtown to chat with Cynthia Vincent, one of my favorite contemporary ‘Merican designers.
Today’s outfit, I’ve dubbed Off Duty. Not like a model, but like a New York City taxi — it’s like I’m on my way to the garage for a shift switch.
After yesterday’s brunch (and, to clarify, this is hashtag latergram), I made my way to west Chelsea for Christian Siriano’s collection. This was one of my most anticipated shows of the season, as I’d never been to a runway show outside of Lincoln Center and/or MILK studios. I stood outside freezing my ass (and fingers) […]