I squint in the dark, hands groping for Phillip Lim's. can't find them—how? they're huge—so I make a grab for the mug of hot lemon water. Don't need perfect eyesight to drink. I squint again. It's sour, a good kinda sour. My eyes adjust (as do my taste buds.) One hour later I'm in d o w n w a r ... Read More
Inspiration Du Jour
This is everything right now. Blues, sea, whites, bikini, golds, carefree. Mind, body (!), place. Take me there, now. . . . x {image via} ... Read More
Sensory Saturdays
It's Saturday morning. I've been up since six, just in time to see marbled skies turn blue. And with caffeine settling in as I sit cross-legged in front of my desk, half t y p i n g , half watching Fairly Legal (best.show.ever), yet again, Eating spoonfuls of Chobani as I make mental shopping ... Read More