I got the coolest comment on my last mother of a post. Comments are very life-affirming if you’re me. However, as encouraging as it was, it was a frighteningly thoughtful critique that gave me a bigger bout of writer’s block than I’ve ever had: You should write more stuff like this. It’s lovely reading you when there is purpose behind… View Post
[AG Legging jean + Sam Edelman Luella OTK fringed boots + Free People Keep Me tee, maybe the best thing ever stitched and sewn on earth + Vanessa Mooney Eeva Necklace + Made with Love bracelets, vintage turquoise, Billy Kirk cuff, etc.] Well, your CD collection looks shiny and costly… how much did you pay for your bad Moto Guzi? And… View Post
The French do do. Be chic, be coy, be funny. Know food, know faux, and by all means, know wine. And considering Gigi was my favorite movie growing up [my mother, in her infinite wisdom, almost always reserved it for my days spent at home, sick from school, under an afghan with a cup of chicken broth—the soundtrack to which… View Post
As if you already didn’t know there was something sort of wrong with me, my style icon is, in fact, most definitely a dude. Aside from Karen from Californication [that post, incidentally, gets more hits than any other post on C+C, and her character is pretty much a female version of Chris, what with the scrappy limbs, flappy t-shirts and bell… View Post
It enclosed us in its laceries as we watched the moon spill across the Atlantic like wine from an overturned glass. With the light all around us, we felt secret in that moon-infused water like pearls forming in the soft tissues of oysters. – Pat Conroy, Beach Music Oh, this book… this book. Take me back. Coffee on the deck,… View Post