I wish I could call myself a foodie. But alas, I’m not; a while back I tweeted: “I’m not a foodie, I’m a fattie. Wise words of my food soulmate, @NicoleDarmanin. Couldn’t have said it better [myself]…” all the while inhaling an espresso cream puff. How very appropriate, no? "To safeguard one’s ... Read More
The Dish on Bergdorf’s Insider Beauty
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
Dancing ‘Til the World Ends
Since the world's supposedly ending today, I should buy myself a new pair of shoes. Might as well look good those last 24 hours or so, non? It would be cruel and unusual punishment to let me shrivel in the confines of my home, thus rendering it justifiable to shell out the plastic card for this ... Read More