Tales Of Endearment

I had googlemapped her house very carefully and ahead of time. I had sussed out the trains I was meant to take and the direction I was supposed to walk in, A to Z map clutched to my chest. I… READ MORE

When you enter the Chelsea Hotel on 23rd Street a sign warns tourists that the “hotel is not accessible to the general public at this time. The hotel is closed until further notice.” I hesitate for a second, but trod… READ MORE

A few months ago Nina magazine in Belgium published a feature with the “Most Beautiful Women in Belgium”. Famous Belgian artists, actors, writers and athletes nominated not-so-famous men and women whom they believed were Belgium’s undiscovered stunners. Stylist Tom Van… READ MORE

Charlotte Ronson has a lot of drawers and boxes. I don’t know how she keeps track of the contents but she seems to know exactly where every hand bag, skirt and shoe is stored. She didn’t go as far as… READ MORE

I was trying to find the right description for Tiany Kiriloff, so you’d get the essence of her being in just a word or two. But all I could come up with was that she is the “Mademoiselle Agnes of… READ MORE

The first time she slept in the house was the night she came home from the hospital with Verde, her first-born daughter, seven years ago. She never gave it much thought, but 31 is quite young to be a mother of… READ MORE

Watching the sisters Achaval come down the hill towards the highly secured entrance of the Lacoste party in Jose Ignacio was one of the most memorable, enchanting sights I ever witnessed. The slanted street was lit by dim lanterns and… READ MORE

Every day and every hour that goes by brings me a little closer to my shoot with Coco Brandolini. I’m walking on egg shells but I have patience. A lot of it. Because she’s fashion royalty and worth every fingernail… READ MORE

The wooden shelves in the living area are crammed with books, figurines, board games, frames and other fascinating trinkets. There’s a cluster of reindeer Christmas lights dangling on a corner and a pair of miniature porcelain animals perched in front… READ MORE

The train to Amagasett takes about two hours from Manhattan. Athena had shown me photos of the house a few weeks earlier – the place looked amazing – and rather than shoot at her apartment in Dumbo we decided to… READ MORE

“I guess I am a terrible candidate for this…” she texts me, noticeably apologetic. “Nah..”, I tell her, “we’ll make do.” In just a couple of hours I am taking Leandra Medine vintage shopping in the Lower East Side and… READ MORE

It’s a wet day. One of those cold, itchy, drizzle days that get into your clothes and shoes and bones. Laura opens the door in a long, burgundy, velvet gown with a dangerously deep, plunging neck line. She reminds me… READ MORE