I never met Mercedes’ mom but I can just about picture what she looked like when she was young: tall and leggy in a floral, A-line mini-dress, with oversized sunglasses, honey-brushed, wispy bangs, and a warm, toothy smile. Her interior… READ MORE
There had been a little accident at Chelsea Leyland’s apartment the night before. While she was sound asleep, dreaming of the salt and pepper chocolate and barley salads she’s obsessed with, she smacked her head on the corner of the… READ MORE
The Amfar dinner has just finished when I arrive. The ballroom is slowly clearing out but the peppy ambiance resonates, albeit slightly inebriated I suppose. Men in classic tuxedos and women in revealing gowns shuffle between half-empty, cluttered tables, sparking… READ MORE
Lysa Cooper has had it with those Isabel Marant sneakers. When I ask her if there is anything she’d never wear she blurts out: “I would never wear those stupid ass sneakers with the platforms hidden in them. I don’t… READ MORE
Yulia Magdych and Daria Shapovalova are two completely different girls. They are the same age, and both Ukrainian, but they look, speak and dress as if worlds apart. Yulia is what one would call a pretty, waspy girl with long,… READ MORE
“Oh that is so cool!!” she congratulates me when I tell her I’m divorced. “One of my girlfriends told me it’s best to have three ex-husbands!” That’s splendid I think but I must disappoint her as I am only at… READ MORE
Picture a pond in the dead of winter, with a chilling fog rising up from the water, the thin layer of ice breaking as the air blends with the morning sun, and a wooden table astutely sticking out of the… READ MORE
Chiara Ferragni has a lot of clothes. And it’s becoming a problem. The dressing room is huge but duh, too small for all this – we’re pretty much pivoting on one leg in here. The piles of sweaters, jackets and… READ MORE
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me today, Natalie…” she sighs rather apologetically. “I’m feeling so lethargic. I can’t seem to wake up. I am usually much more upbeat!” Oh I know that! From the minute I met Charlotte Dellal… READ MORE
I’m frozen when the train stops in Rhinecliff, NY. The minute I step on to the platform the July heat and humidity hit me on the head like a sack of burning coal. I don’t care for air conditioning much…. READ MORE
There are some people who act cuckoo because they think it’s cute, or because they’re bored with their real personalities, or because their friends are perceived as such. And then there’s people who genuinely live on another planet, people who… READ MORE
It would be a race against time and technicalities. A splendid challenge for two frantic fashion chickens with stereotypically busy agendas and hopscotch-style, hyperbolic energy levels. You see, my problem is two-fold: I have a train to catch. The last… READ MORE