In an ideal world where red wine doesn't stain and the weather is never too wet or icy for precariously high heels paired with skirts, this is what I'd be wearing the other 10 percent of the time when I'm not wearing black. . . . xx ... Read More
The Thigh’s the Limit
When you grow up with Rhea as your mother and Audrey as your icon (it's been an at least an 18-year relationship; we're on a first-name basis), you're practically bred to believe that shift dresses and le smoking suits are the epitome of womanhood. Yes to black, cashmere turtleneck sweaters! Yes to ... Read More
To Bang or Not To Bang, That is the Question
I had bangs for the longest time. It wasn’t by choice initially. Mom would cut my hair after she’d finish buzzing my brother’s (he needed to be bribed with a grape-flavored teddy bear lollipop, I didn’t), giving me straight bangs that cut right across my forehead. It was cute, I’d like to think—but ... Read More