What do the delicate and doe eyed Abigail Spencer and I have in common? One could say that we both have brown hair & brown eyes. A fair and valid point. Or perhaps they would note that we are both actresses, and both work on “Suits.” True, indeed.
Not all juices are created equal. This is what I’ve come to discover in the past few years of the juice craze, where everyone seems to be imbibing some kale laden, aloe stirred, chia seed dotted bottle of liquid produce.
Lord knows I love a hat. If you check out my Instagram on any given day, you’re apt to find me in the same panama hat and aviators that I’ve been hiding under for a few years. So I thought it might be time for a change. Cue the cool, weathered, one of a kind hats you’ll find at 18 Waits.
It’s only in recent years that I jumped aboard the whole soft shell crab thing. It’s not that I couldn’t wrap my head around it, or had any aversion to it, because Lord knows I very rarely meet a food group I don’t like – it simply wasn’t for me.
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).
Interested in channeling your inner Jean Seberg in Breathless? That ooh-la-la, je ne sais quoi that designers today, from Rodarte to Marc Jacobs, pepper into their collections. Think unfussy striped dresses, a sweet rounded collar, perhaps some little ladylike gloves.
Staying ahead of the curve in the dining scene is one of those mildly competitive foodie things that I’m embarrassed to admit that I thrive on. But I do. Ridiculously, shamefully, truly.