Yes yes these sunnies are real. REALLY amazing. Meow.

Ok I know I said I am doing the real thing. And I shall. Sunglasses are real
as far as I can tell. A good pair will get you far, hide your less than
poker face, and keep you looking fab. They also allow one to go to the
grocery store without eye makeup. Gotta love that...

For now I have to share this trend because I am obsessed with the cat eye
glasses I'm seeing all over the place. The ones I want are unattainable (not
only expensive but unavailable...Tom Ford Anouk version at 300 bones as
shown here on the model with the wifebeater and blonde hair and sold out
everywhere) but I am still IN LUST with these Marilyn inspired frames. I'd
wear them with a head full of Elnett and a wavy, tousled bob. And a hot,
dangerous dress, or a black turtleneck and cropped pants and flats. Or a
kitten heel. Endless possibilities really...loving the cat eye. Must have.
Must have sooner vs. later. Anne Slater knew a good thing, Lord love her.
Meow meow. XO

Let's Get Real

Happy Monday. This week I am going to dedicate all of my posts to the value
of "real"- as in- things that are authentic and make me smile...they are not
mass produced, they do not require a fast connection, and most of all, they
speak to our senses and our experiences- why not go "real" this week and
enjoy those things that recall a first love, a summer at the beach, or a
languid Manhattan afternoon in the summertime. Today let's cover food-
eating "real" is the mack of sensory experiences...maybe you'll be inspired
enough to make one of the below or order up a little something in the name
of veritas. Here's today's list of REAL. Just three little things to enjoy that are good
for the soul:

Homemade chocolate chip cookies. From scratch. I dig the original Tollhouse
variety. I also love the City Bakery NYC variety. Yum. A good cookie will
never go out of style. I am suspicious of anyone who does not love a good cc
cookie. Do not trust such a creature. They are most likely a weirdo or a
meanie or a liar. (Also don't trust people who don't curse. That's just

Lobster rolls from a stand in the Hamptons. Or Mary's Fish Camp. Or make
your own. This little sandwich is ingenious and delicious and reminds me of
drives to Montauk in the summer. I also remember sidling up to the Mary's
counter one balmy August afternoon, as the sun was starting its descent and
the light on the west side was divine and alas- all was right in the world.
Goes perfect with a fresh tan and is surely the perfect summer fare. (Make
sure you have the proper roll though. And don't even think of forgetting the
butter. Very important).

The perfect bloody mary. Preferably before noon. Made with celery salt for a
little extra somethin'. Nothing better...

Or improvise with pickled okra as a garnish a la New Orleans style. You
could always do the original purist version, though- created at Harry's Bar
in Paris- recipe below- "real" is all about a reverence for the classics:

2 oz. vodka
3 oz. tomato juice
1/2 oz. lemon juice
3 dashes Worcestershire sauce
2 drops Tabasco sauce
black pepper
Shake all the ingredients in a shaker with ice and strain into a highball
glass over crushed ice. Garnish with a lemon wedge and a celery stalk.

I could go on and on but those three come to mind. It's the real stuff that
makes life worth living. I'll be posting about authenticity all week as I
spread the gospel of real. I know this all seems terribly obvious, but
that's kind of the point. You don't have to look very far for happiness or
meaning- it's the tried and true that matters and connects us to our lives
and each other. I am sure you all have your list of favorite homemade meals
and drinks that define who you are and where you come from. XO

On the iPad

Happy Saturday, friends. Amazing day here in Miami- enjoying the sunshine
and the pool and a few libations with my beloved. But I can't help but get
slightly swept up in the iPad madness- how can you not as a devotee of the
now and next as well as a chick who has owned a Mac since prepuberty? I am
loving the handheld, intimate nature of this new kid on the block. But can
the love affair last? And where is it headed?

Here's the deal- I'm feeling a major 90s throwback moment right now. I can
remember super clearly going to a Red Herring party lonnggggg ago- with
fountains and dancing girls and endless alcohol and wondering how long the
hype would last- how it was possible for 23 year olds to manage multimillion
dollar companies even though they were Mensa worthy? I was one of those
people at the time in terms of age, but my work career was on a different
path- I worked and was mentored by people that were way seasoned, way smart,
and way way around the block. I respected them and they beat the shit out of
me- but in a good way. I owe them a lot. I know technology is moving faster
than anyone can shake a light saber at, but gah...lately I have come in
contact with some of the smartest people under 30 I have ever met, but
hoping the tech bottom does not fall out again as it did when I was young,
leaving them to search for new careers in this climate. (Does anyone
remember the genius of urbanfetch and kozmo? What happened there???)

Back to the issue at hand- the iPad. This thing is super cool- there's no
doubt. But this pay model for content is one that is flawed, for now. I
remember sites like Salon that tried the subscriber model and failed. It's
pretty hard to pay for content when it's all out there for free. How is that
going to work? I am all for saving my beloved mags and newspapers, but that
seems quite a task, no?

I will say it could be amazing for visual artists like photographers and
illustrators, who produce still imagery and art. These sites are all going
to rely very heavily on imagery, so there will most likely be a huge
opportunity for those sort of wondering whether their careers are over. I
say it's the contrary- now is a great time to think about how that usage
will affect not only the editorial world, but the commercial one as well.
Not to mention what this little number will do for gaming...

I have to remember that all of this technology is merely a new way to engage
the public and inevitably tell a story- I do feel the iPad will excel at a 
 renewed interest in magazine and news media. I love that. Should
be interesting to see...all I know is I'm not buying one until 2.0 arrives.
I know better...oh and can't wait to see what this does for online shopping.
Going to be big. And spendy.

Digging on Hole

Oh, Hole. How I used to love you. How I still love you. Courtney is my
favorite rock chick tragedy- I know people say Kurt wrote all your shit but
I still love your music and your swagger. Makes me wish I went to school in

Hole was a great band with three really great albums- "Pretty on the
Inside", "Live Through This" and "Celebrity Skin" (sure there were more but
these are the standouts). Rumor has it Courtney has a new album coming out,
with the usual legal ramifications. (Eric Erlandson is saying no to a Hole
reunion without his involvement).

I will admit much of the music of the 90s was not so much a thing for me-
too sad and dirgeful, but Hole spoke to me in a real way- Courtney's rasp
surrounded by soulful and tough rock guitar did it for me, with amazing
lyrics inspired by a debauched and fucked up life. In other news, I hear
Courtney is dating Andre Balazs which is just insane, though I assume its
for free room and board at the Mercer.

Anyway, looking forward to the day Courtney will once again take the stage-
tattered, torn, and pissed off and one HOT mess, as it should be. I will be
there in a torn slip dress drinking a Jack and Coke to celebrate. Love you,
Courtney. Enjoy the lyrics below from Celebrity Skin...XO

Celebrity Skin lyrics
Oh, make me over
I'm all I wanna be
a walking study
in demonology

Hey, so glad you could make it
Yeah, now you really made it
Hey, so glad you could make it now

Oh look at my face
my name is might have been
my name is never was
my name's forgotten

Hey, so glad you could make it
Yeah, now you really made it
Hey, there's only us left now

When I wake up
In my makeup
its too early for that dress
wilted and faded somewhere in
I'm glad I came here with your pound of flesh
no second billing, cause you're a star now
Oh, Cinderella they aren't sluts like you
Beautiful garbage, beautiful dresses
can you stand up
or will you just fall down?

You better watch out
what you wish for
it better be worth it
so much to die for

Hey, so glad you could make it
Yeah, now you really made it
Hey, there's only us left now

When I wake up, in my makeup
have you ever felt so used up as this
it's all so sugarless
hooker waitress, model actress
oh just go nameless
she's full of poison
she obliterated everything she kissed
now she's fading, somewhere in Hollywood
I'm glad I came here with your pound of flesh

You want a part of me
well I'm not selling cheap
no I'm not selling cheap

Easter (Playboy) Bunnies

Hey, lovelies. Easter Sunday is this weekend so it's only fitting to do a
bunny post. Playboy bunnies that is. As in, the old school curvy variety
from back in the day. When the original Playboy Club in Chicago was the SPOT
and when Hugh Hefner ruled the world. (Wondering if they had Snickers eggs
back then, though? Those are good.) Hop hop.

On hats...

Easter is upon us and one of the many things I miss about New York is Easter
Sunday in Central Park. I loved to go up there and survey the ladies of
Manhattan and its surrounding environs strut their stuff in their Easter
finest- each gal topping off their outfit with a sweet hat, much like the
proverbial cherry on top. You can see them all over the park and strolling
up and down Madison Avenue with a proud smile and a spring in the step.
That's what hats do for a gal.

I myself am a huge fan of the hat- many days in South Florida leave your
hair uninspired and for me, a hat is a great safeguard against the thickness
of the Miami humidity. In addition, hats make your outfit a bit more fun-
they're a bit eccentric, a way to show the world you know your way around an
accessory, and a way to be slightly incognito if you want- or better yet-
flaunt your personality if you're going for a feathered number.I myself am
partial to a man's fedora- I pick them up in vintage shops, the men's
section of the Gap, and everywhere in between. I love the panama J. Crew is
featuring right now as well. It's pretty genius.

But I digress- the Easter hat is not for hiding. It's to channel your inner
peacock, stroll arm in arm with your family, and saunter into springtime in
proper form. Why not try a hat this Easter? And remember the Kentucky Derby
is but a mere month away. Think mint juleps and proper headwear...yum.

If you haven't started thinking about a spring wardrobe- start at the very
top and buy a hat- it will surely come in handy when looking for ways to
express yourself this season as well as protect those fresh highlights
you're rocking for the warmer months ahead. You can be classic like Audrey
or Jackie or go full on kooky as these ladies in NYC did last Easter.
There's no rules, so don't worry about breaking any- the only rule is to
have fun and wear accordingly. In today's world, we all multitask beyond any
reason- so the many hat analogy is fitting, non? And it's a great little
style kick in the pants, or rather, head. XO

Under the Influence of Hedi Slimane

It's a cloudy, quiet Monday morning in Miami and I'm feeling drunk on the
diary of Hedi Slimane. If you haven't checked out his site, do. You know him
for his impossibly slim suits made for men but worn by chic, waify women-
but his photos are sort of beyond and transcendent- they are toned down in
the style of a Gus Van Sant film- quiet, a bit dark, and eerie, yet
ethereal. They celebrate that same stripped down ideal of youth, peppered
with androgyny and sheer beauty of early Van Sant, and even Mapplethorpe in
a way. If Patti Smith does another album, he needs to shoot the cover- would
love to see a portrait of her shot by him. I am inspired by his take on
America, music, and youth culture. Here is the link to his site so you too
can get lost for a while:

Happy Birthday Ms. Diana Ross

Another birthday shout out this week to the lovely Diana Ross, who was born
today. Not sure what was going on in your house growing up, but mine was filled
with the likes of Ike and Tina and a heaping helping of Diana Ross. A diva's
diva, Diana dressed fabulously, partied it up Studio 54 style (there she is
whispering breathlessly to Halston), and created the soundtrack to much of
my early youth with hits from The Supremes and more disco classics like "I'm
Coming Out", "Love Hangover", and "Upside Down". Who could forget movies
like "Mahogany" (an excellent fillm about fashion) and "Lady Sings the
Blues"? You and Billy Dee were the toast of the town. My favorite era of
your long reign is the 70s, when you had your crazy head of hair and amazing
over the top style going full force.

Diana, I love you. In every role, every phase, and every costume change. You
paved the way for those other divas and for fierce women everywhere but
there can only be one Diana. XO

There's something about a mary jane...

Full disclosure. I am having a shoe situation. Have never really had a real
shoe "thing" like most girlies (bags have always been my poison). But
suddenly this season, shoes are turning me on in a very real way. These Miu
Miu jobs for Spring 2010 are fueling my passion. Satin and a print? In a
platform? Oh my. (Is it hot in here?)

These little girls have a retro feel- remind me a bit of what Jean Harlow
would wear on a date with some handsome Hollywood swain while vacationing in
St. Tropez. Or perhaps a bit seventies rock groupie a la Pamela Des Barres.
Throw in a little naughty Lolita vibe for good measure- I think they're real
scene stealers and I guarantee some knock offs in all the stores. (I love
the pink ones with the dove print the best but the black ones with the
kitties are amazing too.)
I see these with a skinny black trouser and a white shirt, or with a flirty,
filmy dress and some loose curls. Or even a simple black wrap dress with
bare, tanned legs. I have to have these. Non negotiable. Surely there is an
occasion for which I need to reward myself with a little Miu Miu? Does
Passover count? SWOON. XO