Twenty-one is supposed to be some landmark year for us Americans: it's supposed to be crazy—like Eurotrip-meets-Vegas crazy—and unforgettable—but only to be completely forgotten because you've had one too many tequila shots the night before. Call me jaded, but it seemed like a horrible way to spend ... Read More
Spring Has Sprung
... but does tweeting (well in this case, blogging it) jinx things? Let that be the thought of your fabulous Thursday. I'm relieved, to say the least. No—happy. Maybe even ecstatic if I weren't in an office sans windows (no sun = no bueno), but I'm almost afraid to push my luck. The polar vortex, ... Read More
Breakfast in Bed
...served with a mint copy of the newly launched PORTER magazine. . . . xx ... Read More