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
The Perfect New Year’s Eve Party
In another life I'm the hostess with the mostest. This New Year’s Eve party would be a gathering in a city apartment, with black helium balloons and champagne bottles on glass tables serving as the only decorations. I'm picturing: Gauzy curtains from ceiling to floor. Flute glasses sit atop one ... Read More
On My Aversion to the Color Pink
Read: Pink (A Theory) .  .  . I cannot take myself seriously if my fingernails are freshly polished in some sort of pastel varnish. Especially when there’s glitter involved (somehow I’ve become quite smitten taken with painting all ten digits with a cream color, and then garnishing the index ... Read More