The Chanel post a couple of weeks ago was supposed to close out my “Inspired by Nature” series, but I’m throwing in this one as a little bonus…
Let me now take a stab at dispelling a common myth that crops up around Christmastime. There are some folks who insist that enjoying the holidays requires cold weather, the delightful anticipation of a snowfall, and the warm coziness of a crackling fire…
I totally admire those brilliant paper confectioners who transform their presents into visual feasts by using hand-printed paper (hell, they probably make their own!) and adding ephemera…
Today’s post is my mini love letter to the City of Lights. Ah yes, Paris. I was lucky enough to spend my junior year abroad there—from 1993 through 1994—and was smitten…
…I found the rosy-hued palette of this pile of crisp, fallen leaves to be beautiful. (And of course I loved the visual pop of color from the lone bright yellow leaf.)
I have walked by this ad in the DC metro every single day for the past several weeks, and today, I finally decided to take a photo…
I like the smooth, burnished, lightly ridged surface of this leaf against the gray pavement flecked with white…
I loved the look of this red-berried tree against the powder blue sky…
I started this blog almost six months ago, and it dawned on me that perhaps at this point, you’re wondering if I actually practice what I preach. Do I really wear what I write about?
I know that capes were a big trend for fall this year, and sure, they may warmly remind you of ’60s Mad Men fashion, but they’re just not my thing. I concede the arm openings are practical so you can clutch your daily venti Starbucks vanilla skinny latte or hail a cab—or flip someone off…