…Kate Spade knee highs are a small godsend. They’re an oxymoron: a necessary luxury. I wear them with jeans as well as skirts, although I try my best not to look like a Harajuku girl or an age-inappropriate Lolita.
Wolford tights are one of those rare, glorious products that seem too good to be true but actually live up to their promise. They stay soft and stay up (yeah, yeah, I thought of some Viagra jokes too)…
I happily spent last Sunday afternoon taking inventory of everything in my closet so I could see (and remember) exactly what I already have, think about what types of pieces I want to add, and brainstorm how to combine different things in new ways…
I admire my Andrew a lot. I don’t know how he does it. (Hello! Get your mind out of the gutter—this is a PG-rated blog, most of the time.) I’m not referring to his parallel parking prowess, instant recall of useless sports stats or mastery of Angry Birds. No, my amazement stems from this observation: […]
Ah yes, we are officially in the dog days of summer here in DC. The stifling heat and soupy humidity make rivulets of sweat stream down my back and between my boobs (squish). One morning while doing my daily trudge for three excruciating blocks from the Metro to my office, I realized that Tretorns and […]
So the other day I was reading about the Roaring Twenties. I had forgotten how much astonishing shit happened during that decade: women’s suffrage, the Lost Generation, the Jazz Age, Charles Lindburgh, radio, the mass production of the automobile, the Wall Street Crash of 1929, Al Capone, and so on. (Maybe I can rework the […]
So the High Priestess of Effortless Cool (a.k.a. Kate Moss) got married this past weekend! Frankly, I was more curious about her wedding day garb than that of the other Kate M. or Princess Charlene. She didn’t disappoint, looking naturally radiant in her simple Galliano gown. Then again, she’s been pulling off stellar, trendsetting looks […]
My best friend Susan recently sent me an envelope full of articles, clippings and a short note. (Isn’t snail mail such a rare, unexpected joy?) On the reverse side of a profile of actor Tahar Rahim from the French movie “Un prophète,” Alexa Chung glared at me decked out in some fierce Versace: The photo […]

