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21 May Where Everybody Knows Your Name
… For me that place is Drybar. The Murray Hill location. I’m not going to lie, as a brown woman, who has low self-esteem when her hair doesn’t look good, Drybar is where it’s at for me. One of the very first things that made...
06 Feb The Birthday Post.
In December of 2012, literally a couple weeks before I was offered the job that I moved to New York for, I did some year-end cleaning. Makeup, shoes, jewelry, if I haven’t touched it in 6 months, it needed to go. But also internally: I...
04 Feb In Defense of Carrie Bradshaw
I’m feeling pretty nostalgic about my life here in the city. I somehow missed my year anniversary (it was the 22nd), between that and my upcoming birthday, I just want to lay in bed, watch Sex and the City and eat cupcakes–post Fashion Week perhaps...
15 Jan Denied in Celine.
Remember Carrie’s slip-up in Paris? When she marched into the gorgeous suite she shared with the Russian and was like, “I fell in Dior.” I always imagined that would be mortifying until I had my on little mishap… in Celine. I decided randomly shortly after...
08 Jan True Story: My Suitcase Came in Underweight
Traipsing up to a check-in counter for a flight, especially an international one, always gives me anxiety. Did I overpack? Will my suitcase make weight? What can I take out if I’m over? I want to say that packing for London/Paris/Barcelona was such a relaxing...
06 Jan Here’s to Finding the Words in 2014
At 11:45pm, I hopped out of a cab by the fountains in Tuileries Garden in Markus Lupus glitter booties, feathers and elbow length gloves and ran with a bottle of champagne toward the Eiffel Tower. When we finally reached the bridge where we would watch...
18 Dec Decisions, Decisions
In exactly nine days, I will board a plane to London. From there, I’ll board the last train to Paris, hehe, and then round off this yolo’venture in Barcelona. Needless to be said, there are many decisions to be made about what to wear when....
02 Dec Rain on Me
Y’all. Nothing annoys me more than rainy New York. Especially after a fresh blowout. To be honest, I swear this only happens when my air is clean. No one cares when I have that filthy top knot, but the minute I start feelin’ myself with...