Queens of the Desert
I love my quest for Muses. It’s almost like a sport to me. Not just because it reminds me of my casting days – I dearly miss all the girls and boys I got to work with, and the creative… READ MORE
Debbie’s World
Debbie told me the drive to her house from my hotel would just take fifteen minutes, but when I get into the taxi, which looks more like a teenager’s joy ride – no meter, no certificate – and give the… READ MORE
Watermelons not War
The Outer Richmond is not a happening neighborhood. Even on an exceptionally sunny afternoon like today, it’s quiet and unassuming, almost immobile in fact. There’s barely a car on the road, or a human in sight. If you were looking for… READ MORE
The Estate of Bonnie Boerer
Oddly, there is no wikipage on Bonnie Boerer. She founded her fashion company in 1983 and manned every position herself for over a decade, from design to marketing. She produced in Hong Kong and sold in New York. Her collections… READ MORE
Back at the Ranch
The wondrous world of Wendy Henry starts to unfold when you reach the back door parking lot where her white Mercedes is stationed. The Albuquerque license plate spells the name ‘Wendy’. Simple. Like Cher. Or Madonna. She had been very… READ MORE
Until Being Strong is the Only Choice You Have
When perfect strangers start buying and sporting T-shirts with your head on it, you know you’re onto something. And when that head is unapologetically bald and raised high, the people’s intent is undeniably collateral. Tara Papanicolas launched her t-shirt campaign last winter,… READ MORE
Makes Me Want to Picnic
There’s this cool little clique in LA. When you look at one Instagram account you will find exactly one degree of separation with the next. You can get lost for hours in this pretty-young-things network, jumping between all these groovy profiles of girls and… READ MORE
Sunny With the Right Shades
It’s spring in Milan. What earlier felt like a biting, frosty chill, is nothing more than a pleasant breeze now. The sun, despite being at her most fragile and barely dry, is pushing courageously against the remnants of the Italian… READ MORE
Little Moments of Fuck You
Seven girls, five bottles of wine, three sheepskin rugs, a sleeping dog and a crackling fire. It’s the stuff chick flicks are made of. But this gathering has all the trappings of a sorcerer’s circle, with philosophical, spiritual and herbal banter bouncing around the room… READ MORE
Meanwhile at the Ramones Ranch
The first indication is the house I am standing in front of. It is pink: a bright, unapologetic, screaming, pepto-bismol pink. With prairie green roof and window trimmings, candy canes planted on the front lawn and life size figurines depicting the Nativity of Jesus… READ MORE
Non Basel Stuff
I’ve been holding my breath all morning. From the moment I woke up, while I was eating my goat cheese and spinach omelet, the entire car ride to the store, until now – it’s just about 2 PM – pulling… READ MORE
Faeries and Pentagrams
I’ve been in this house before. As a matter of fact, I am here quite often. Because it’s my sister’s apartment, or to be more precise, William’s, her roommate. It’s a grand old Williamsburg loft, with rackety wooden floors, walls of… READ MORE