When pressed for time or thrust in the midst of chaos, whatever is a girl to do? Fret not—don't despair... WWBD? (What Would Barbarella Do?) Keep calm, and breathe. Namaste. (Nothing good ever came of haste.) While Barbarella may not have stopped in her tracks for a quick meditation session ... Read More
Sensory Saturdays
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
Four-Eyed Girl
I was one of those weird kids who never had a problem with my near-sightedness. Maybe it's because I've needed prescription lenses since the first grade, or perhaps I was too engrossed in books and ballet classes to register their "un-cool" factor. Whatever. No one called me four eyes, and even if ... Read More