…After the initial wallop of shock and awe, Andrew and I bravely agreed to take the plunge. So we moved 2,800 miles away from Washington, DC—the place we called home for a decade—to Portland, Oregon. It’s either a crazy leap of faith or our grand, mid-life adventure…
Pot, hookers, bikes, canals. That’s Amsterdam in a nutshell, right? And what’s the saying about when in Rome? So yes, we stopped by a coffee shop to check out the hype (meh) and awkwardly shuffled through the De Wallen district while prostitutes…
You may be under the impression that Miami is all flash and swagger. Sure, there are blindingly-expensive sports cars, celebrities at play, and mega-yachts in the marina…But you can still find moments of quietly elegant design, especially during the daytime in the Art Deco District…
…This time, I’m totally switching gears and transporting you to Miami’s industrial Wynwood neighborhood where the vibrant scenery is entirely manmade. Wynwood has become one of the world’s biggest and most renowned street art districts…
…To check off the rest of my list, I headed uptown to see the Jeff Koons retrospective at the Whitney and came back to midtown to visit the Morgan Library. Having never been to either museum, I was in for a major treat.
The Philadelphia Museum of Art is holding a retrospective of the late African-American fashion designer Patrick Kelly. As part of a recent trip to my mom’s house in the Philly ‘burbs, I traveled downtown to check it out. I’m so very glad I did!
Sorting through my pile of postcards, I spotted a fun design pattern that I then began to notice everywhere. I call it “the rainbow connection.”
I turned 40 years old on Day Two of our Canadian adventure. Check out our memorable, jam-packed journey downtown…
Here’s my latest recap of our great Gotham getaway. It wasn’t any old day, though. I got to visit the 9/11 Memorial, Battery Park and Brooklyn all for the first time. And it was my sixth (!) anniversary with Andrew…
Ooh yesss, the Upper East Side—I’ve watched too many episodes of “Selling New York” to remain ignorant of this insanely affluent neighborhood. The land of Pilates-toned ladies-who-don’t-eat-anything-at-lunch…