Sometimes you meet a person and just click. You fall into an easy banter, find them equal parts inspiring and entertaining, and you feel absolutely tickled to have made a new friend. (Something that gets harder as you get older – if you were born after 1985, trust me on this).
It was about two years ago at a party for Kerry Washington’s cover of Elle Magazine that I met Ms. Katie Lowes. Let me tell you something – she’s awesome.
Last year I had the good fortune of meeting the lovely Dianna Agron on one of those magical New York nights where all worlds collide, and acquaintances become friends, and strangers become buddies.
Little girls dream of being princesses. I, for one, was all about She-Ra, Princess of Power. And grown women seem to retain this childhood fantasy. Just look at the pomp and circumstance surrounding the royal wedding and endless conversation about Princess Kate.
You know when you get invited to a dinner party, where you will know very few people, and wonder who you will be seated next to? You are as excited as you are nervous, because it could go either way. Someone super cool, or someone….well, not so much.
You see them coming from a mile away. They are the modernized realization of Rainbow Bright… times two. I met the Beckerman Twins (Samantha Beckerman & Caillianne Beckerman) last year at a dinner hosted by The Coveteur (my friends and fashion savants) & The Outnet (where I buy fantastic finds, like this & this).
Meet Jessica Stam – supermodel, sweetheart, humanitarian and expert dog cuddler. She has graced the cover of Italian Vogue an unprecedented six times, and has shot with some of the world’s most reputable photographers, including Mario Testino & Peter Lindbergh.
The fifth of May conjures up vivid musings for me – I close my eyes and picture parties for Cinco de Mayo, cucumber laden margaritas and tacos in hand, a piñata bursting at the seams with tamarind candies and ring pops. I see the Kentucky Derby, a deep rooted tradition I have long wanted to take part in, which falls on the same weekend.
About a month ago, I was late night Instagramming, after a very looong 14 hour day on set. I was wired, and wanted to numb my brain with mindless pix of shoes or people making duck faces. But what I stumbled upon wasn’t mindless at all. It was a perfectly crafted dress. A beautiful, glorious, effortlessly sexy dress.
Over a perfect dinner at Whitehall in NYC, I meet Elettra Wiedemann for the first time. We are with stylist extraordinnaire, Chloe Hartstein, and my beauty guru, Daniel Martin. And while ordering mushy pea fritters, a plate of oysters, a few branzini, and frites for days, I look over at Elettra and think — “My lord, she is so beautiful.