I squint in the dark, hands groping for Phillip Lim's. can't find them—how? they're huge—so I make a grab for the mug of hot lemon water. Don't need perfect eyesight to drink. I squint again. It's sour, a good kinda sour. My eyes adjust (as do my taste buds.) One hour later I'm in d o w n w a r ... Read More
Oh, For the Love of Filofax!
I could tell you that I bounded down the stairs in little more than a satin pyjama set to greet the handsome postman, sign off on the package, and bounce back upstairs where I ripped layers of tissue with such vigor and fervor I nearly gave myself a paper cut. In actuality, however, it was too cold ... Read More
Inspiration du Jour
I can promise you this: when spring rolls around and I have legs of steel (I've made Tracy Anderson and Buti Fitness my religion and am making you accountable), I'll be wearing all of the above shamelessly. . . . x {images via} ... Read More