If you’re in bed or on your couch right now, watching the much anticipated storm (what storm?), I’d say don’t bother getting up. Apparently there’s more coming tomorrow. And if you celebrated Halloween this weekend, rather than preparing for the… READ MORE
New York is a great city to live in, maybe even the best. But you have to leave it, to miss it. I was gone for a month after New York Fashion Week. I couldn’t wait to get to Europe…. READ MORE
For the past four or so days I have been asked the same question by local magazines, on-line editors, TV and radio stations: “What do you think of Ukrainian Fashion? Does it have an international future?” And as the days… READ MORE
When I wake up at 7 AM it is still dark out. I am meant to meet the photographer in an hour. How is that going to work? Don’t we need sun? All I can think is: I need more… READ MORE
Street style photographer Candice Lake has been taking care of Rue du Mail‘s social media stuff for the past three years – bet you didn’t know that! – so when I asked her to shoot my Look of the Week… READ MORE
Most fashion people stay at the Hotel Principe di Savoia when they come to Milan. It’s like summer camp! At any given time you will find someone you know hanging around the lobby, or smoking a cigarette outside or waiting… READ MORE
When’s the last time you saw an empire waist or a baby doll dress? Ladies and gentlemen, I present you two-in-one! The empire waist, baby doll mini summer dress! Vintage, of course. Breezy, for sure. And adorable, right? I wore… READ MORE
There’s a lot going on in this post. For one I called it a soccer ball, much to the compassionate ridicule of my photographer Aram, who is shown here, sporting his most intelligent looking face. It’s also dark, and getting… READ MORE
Venice hasn’t changed much since the last time I was here, twenty years ago. I was a teenager then; Venice was still, like, really old. It’s an interesting concept, this city on the water, where cars are replaced by boats… READ MORE
Ibiza has a bad rep. It’s crammed with rowdy Brits who drink 24 hours straight. The clubs and parties are loud, sweaty and drug-fueled. And the beaches are infested with sagging tits and tattoos. And I will admit, half of… READ MORE
I’m making a few godless mistakes here. First, the Norwegian flag is not to be draped around people’s bodies. It’s supposed to soar proudly on the pole in your back yard on Sundays, holidays and special occasions. They’re like, deadly… READ MORE
I don’t know what made me put on those knee socks, but as soon as I did, I felt like a really bad school girl. Most of the time I ACT like one, but this is as close as I… READ MORE