I’m still alive, which means I can dish about this Bergdorf's event I attended. Which gives me another day to enjoy my nightly Nutella-slathered sliced bread, another x amount of days to work up enough bones to pay for a box of Ladurée macarons, the lining of a Gerard Darel bag, and the sole ... Read More
The Vampy Lip
I’ve always been a fan of a red lip. Lately however, it's the deep, vampy shades I can't seem to get enough of; there’s nothing like a dark lip with a good ol' LBD and Brigitte Bardot bed hair. I suppose my predisposition for a bold lip came around the age of four. Ballet recitals required intense ... Read More
How to Be a Little French Sexpot
I know there are two Roitfelds in the photograph. Two, fabulous, black-wearing, French je ne sais quoi possessing Roitfelds. But let’s forget the Carine, if possible, and her au revoir to her decade-long stint as editor at French Vogue. Just for a second—I promise you. Look at Julia, s‘il vous ... Read More