She was never the handbag type of girl. Rather, she collected oversized clutches—the larger and softer, the better—clutches she rumpled beneath her arm or held against her thigh when standing. That was the key to effortlessness; Dimitra always thought women who carried bags in the crook of their ... Read More
Je Vous PrĂ©sente…
In celebration of my 200th post, I thought that perhaps you should meet my  P a r i s i a n  alter ego. You met her here, stamping her Blahnik-clad feet, whining in her soft French accent about how much she wanted that tee. Quite the first impression, non? Her name is C o q u e t t e . A petite ... Read More
“Je Veux, Je Veux, Je Veux!”
—My Parisian alter ego, stamping her  p e t i t e , Blahnik-clad feet, hands balled in fists with the strap of a black Chanel 2.55. Oui, whining like a Dior-bib-wearing five year old. Danny Roberts is one of my favorite artists, ever—so a tee-shirt collaboration with Borders & Frontier ... Read More