A late afternoon at the MoMA. Pit stop at C.O. Bigelow. The rest lives in my head, not my camera roll. Sent from my iPhone. . . . xx ... Read More
The Review: Frederic Malle Musc Ravageur
I find it sweet that no matter how logical, jaded, or pessimistic we think we've become, the human collective manages to shed all cynicism just before the New Year. Even if you don't subscribe to resolutions or actively believe in manifestations, there's an underlying hope that time of year ... Read More
Black Heart
He loves me, I love him not. (But when it comes to the Alaïa Le Cœur, the sweetest, chicest heart-shaped bag that’s more practical than it appears? Utterly smitten.) . . . xx ... Read More