It's all that's on my mind right now. I could blame the weather. In an ideal world where money grew on trees that produced endless amounts of oxygen for our planet, I would own a rack full of beautiful vintage furs—60s swing coats, 70s bomber jackets, some Yves Salomon and Adrienne Landau thrown ... Read More
The Review: NARS ‘Sin’
It's nearly 12 p.m. and I have yet to move from my bed. I've been in this vegetative state, but I'm not to be blamed—this book is. I debated staying in bed for another half and hour to finish the last chapters, but given that (a) I haven't yet had my obligatory morning dose of caffeine, and (b) a ... Read More
Seeking Inspiration, Found
Inexplicably inspired is all I ever want to be. Is it crazy—crazy in that Van Gogh kind of way (only my ears are still intact, thankfully)—to want that over happiness? Whatever; it is what it is. Call me a one of those artist-hippie types, and I'll accept it with all the grace a girl my age could ... Read More