February 20, 2015

The Weekend

I'm so excited to see Jay-Jay Johanson play this weekend.

I've never seen him perform live, but I own all his albums and have sat next to him at a fashion show in Paris.

February 18, 2015


Breakfast today: An avocado, two poached eggs in homemade bone broth.

I haven't been taking care of myself recently, and it's starting to show. My hair is being weird (though, to be honest, I don't know if it's just hat hair from these past few weeks), my nails are brittle, my skin isn't looking its best. It's easy to chalk all this up to age or weather or stress, but really it comes down to ignoring what my body's been telling me and eating take-out four times in a row last week. It's been a rough winter and I've made a quiet resolution to myself that starting this month (just in time for Lunar New Year!) things are going to get better. Starting with bone broth, organic eggs, and avocados this morning.

February 16, 2015

I'm an Owl.

Changeable and mutable as the wind, the Owl is a tough one to pin down. Warm, natural, with an easy-going nature, the Owl is friend to the world. The bearer of this Native American animal symbol is notorious for engaging in life at full speed, and whole-hearted loves adventure. This can be to his/her detriment as the Owl can be reckless, careless, and thoughtless. Owls make great artists, teachers, and conservationists. However, due to his/her adaptability and versatility - the Owl would likely excel in any occupation. In a supportive, nurturing environment the Owl is sensitive, enthusiastic, and an attentive listener. Left to his/her own devices, the Owl can be excessive, overindulgent, bitter, and belligerent.

February 12, 2015

Some of the most moving real-life relationship videos I've ever seen

It's series like these that make me so proud to be part of the Glamour team.

February 11, 2015

Thing I Love Right Now: Orange

Flowers from Vince Camuto, celebrating the launch of the brand's new Bella fragrance

The Saint Florian cocktail at Florian Cafe: gin, prosecco, aperol, lemon, honey

Flowers from Whole Foods, now available for one-hour delivery via Instacart

February 07, 2015


Twenty-three years go, when my high school relocated from its landmarked East Village walk-up to a swishy new ten-story building in Battery Park, the city of New York told us we were pioneers.

It felt like it, for sure. Besides Stuyvesant, the neighborhood back then was pretty barren. There was an elementary school, a community college, a McDonald's and a couple of shitty diners. That's it. Even three years later, when we took our senior class photo, 800 kids gathered on the lawn across the street from the front door (an entrance we'd hardly used since some football player got run over sophomore year trying to cross the West Side Highway—instead we all entered and exited via the specially-built footbridge that deposited students directly onto the school's second floor). The point is, there was a lawn there in 1995. Now it's all luxury high-rises.

In 2015, the concept that you can still be a pioneer on the so-overpopulated-there's-nowhere-to-build-but-up island of Manhattan is almost too absurd to contemplate. But two months ago, there I was again. A pioneer, or something, relocating orange crates full of files and desk accessories from the heart of midtown to a shiny new cubicle at One World Trade Center, just a stone's throw from my alma mater.

Whenever I walk to the ladies' room, I can see my high school Spanish classroom out the window of the 30th floor.