I love when my mom comes to visit. I get to play tour guide. I keep a running list of cool things happening in the city, tidbits of historical context I know she’ll get a kick of out, and some sort of cultural activity—always. Wearing: Doncaster Sweater//...
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall, F. Scott Fitzgerald said. I mean, that’s basically what Carrie Bradshaw said about New York Fashion Week. Right? It’s definitely crisp. To welcome the new briskness in the air, I wore an ASOS A-line suede dress...
Writing about what I wore on the 6 train is only half of the adventure. This is Off the 6, a series where I document what happens when I get off the train and explore New York. Despite the idea of this new series—that I explore...
Sometimes, I’m champagne, and others, I’m Hennessy.* Specifically, Veuve Clicquot at the Ritz Carlton, for what appears to be an annual gathering for a belated birthday celebration. Together, my girls, my mom and her other favorite girl—Ms. Cynthia—came together for a sophisticated outing that brought tea, tears,...
Experts say it takes 21 days to form a habit. I want to test this theory, giving myself 28 days to form 28 news habits. Now that I'm newly 28 and all. My mother would call me hard-headed, but I think I just like to see things for...
One week and one day ago exactly, I celebrated my two year anniversary as a new(ish) New Yorker. It was a really good day. I worked on set at lookbook photo shoot for a clothing company and as Sheila E blared in the speakers at Pier 59, I couldn't...
If I’m being honest, New York kicked me in my *ss last week in a major way.
My mother came up from Pennsylvania on Friday to see with her own eyes that I was okay. I don’t care that I’m 27 and I needed my mom. And I don’t care if you know that, either.
I did the unthinkable the other day after too much champagne. I mean, I knew it was coming. The first time I saw her, I just knew. Add in the bubbles and I was a goner. I felt like I had dreamed about this moment long before my...
On Saturday, my mom created a New York milestone for me: an afternoon Eloise-themed belated birthday tea at The Plaza. I had no idea how majestic The Plaza was when I would read Eloise books as a child. I just knew that it was a magical...
When I am obsessed with something, it's literally all I want to do, or in this case wear. It's like that silly little meme floating around says, 'this is how my brain works,' and there is a light switch labeled uninterested and utterly obsessed. I am...