1. Succulent Californian peaches so ripe that there's no other way to eat them except over the sink, juices running down my arm (and into the drain, instead of the table. Or, more realistically, my laptop). 2. Though proper magazine stands are a rarity here in L.A., stumbling upon a new-to-me or ... Read More
A Sunday in San Marino
I spent an entire Sunday afternoon at The Huntington* and already, I'm planning a second visit. It was beautiful to say the least, and as silly as it is to admit, detaching for just a few hours surrounded by lush greenery was incredibly healing. The irony of sharing these thoughts online is not lost ... Read More
Fingerpaints
She grew up and traded her paints for (makeup) pots. Really, this should be a series because as a(n oily-skinned) girl who once grew up petrified of makeup that wasn't powder, I've since become enamored with these itty-bitty pots of creamy pigment. Getting ready—especially these days—feels more ... Read More