So, this is only partially serious. But fun anyway. Pretty hilar that the day it’s like 90 billion degrees is the one time I really have to book it on my bicycle to lunch, for which I was 10 minutes late. No, wait—it’s not funny at all. It’s my life. [It’s starting to look more and more like I’m missing… View Post
Shape shifter.
Looks like my dry spell preppy streak has dried up. Hello, skull scarf: I patted my writer’s block on the bottom today and sent her off to ruin someone else’s day. And that’s how you do a Tuesday, kids: two great client feedbacks in a row, genius copy that makes its way onto the keys and gets it oh-so-right on the first… View Post
Vermont photo diary.
[Road trip to Woodstock, VT.] [Top of your lungs, air slide guitar jams, courtesy The Drive-By Truckers.]
I can’t hear you, tea rose, I’m shooting skeet.
[J.Crew shorts + socks + checked shirt + floral blazer + men’s belt + Golden Goose Charlye boots + Sir Alistair Rai scarf + a huge vodka I totally earned today.] This post is seriously photo heavy, but I’m on my second vodka and caramelizing onions and in the best mood and just really can’t be bothered with editorial responsibilities…. View Post
Someone’s in the kitchen with Eli.
“Temper overtly sexy pieces with a man’s shirt.” I wrote that—came from my bean—but it’s not anything new. Just would have been helpful information back when I overdosed on tight pants, short skirts and low-cut shirts in my teens. Like microwaveable Easy Mac, I hit those so hard I can’t look at them and only consider wearing something slinky while… View Post