Travel with me Tag

Wearing a flower crown and leather shorts I feel like Kanye West gets a bad rap—wait, wait. Hear me out. You probably should know up front that I will absolutely and freely admit that I am a Kanye West advocate. While I’m not joining the church of Yeezianity anytime soon, or ever for that matter, it must be acknowledged that man drops bombs. Plus, I like a man who isn’t afraid to take style risks. I mean, look at Kim. He changed her whole aesthetic and somehow, by the grace of Riccardo Tisci, got the fashion industry to forget she used to peddle Sketchers in Hervè Leger bandage dresses (see, I didn’t even have to mention that other thing).

A couple months ago, I got an email from DeBorah with the subject line Hair Secrets. I'm not going to lie, I was prepared to feel embarrassed before I even read her email. I was ashamed that I still don't know how to master doing my...

It's hard to imagine, but if I were to travel during the late 19th century, right up until the civil rights era, I would more than likely had to consult Victor Green's The Negro Traveler's Green Book for appropriate and safe accommodations...

Barcelona was the perfect city for my friends and I to end our European yolo'venture in. While we were go, go, go in London and Paris, cramming all that we could into each day, in Barcelona, we actually had time to stop and enjoy our tapas...

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...

Again.  On our last night in London, it's all starting to blur to be honest, Stephanie asked me what was so great about Paris. Everyone that has been says it's one of the greatest places ever, and I just can't fathom how that could be, she...

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 the 1,063...

I love this city, I hate it sometimes, too. In an effort to keep track of my feelings about the Big Apple during my time here I try my best to chronicle them in a letter to this crazy place. Welcome to Dear New York--a...

I'm always so amused when women say that they don't have any friends that are girls--they get a long better with guys. Um. Okay. Who is going to appreciate when you text a picture of your manicure you stayed up super late to do? Who's going to...