So there’s been a big gap between when I said I would recommit to my blog and now. A lot has transpired. Life changing events. Maybe that will be another blog but I’m here to tell you about our...
The upside of down is all the beautiful things that have emerged during this financial crisis. All the lovely, creative, heart warming moments that still occurred even when there was talk of doom and...
This is about Champagne. My favorite elixir. And it’s about indulging without feeling the guilt, too much. These are not the times to be over the top. Champagne has a bad reputation. To be good, it...
I’m not that into desserts but, for some reason, I was fixated on the pumpkin pie from the Urth Cafe. Originally, we were going to break tradition and have red velvet cake from Dough Boys. But, sadly,...
I have been fortunate enough to have crossed paths with an extraordinary person, Tracee. She is like a beautiful flower, delicate, but stunning with a huge presence, and she brings incredible joy to...
LA is on fire. Literally. There is smoke and ash all over the city. The sun is obscured by the haze of the fires that are raging around us. In NY, the leaves are turning. Here the leaves are burning....
It’s Halloween. And LA is experiencing a series of days with darkened skies, intermittent rainfall and tropical sultry winds. Fitting for Halloween eve.
For some reason, I seem to have been at a loss for words. Very odd. Not my usual self. I haven’t been inspired to “blog”. Maybe I’ve just been busy. Maybe. But something has been a amiss.
A mere 72 hours later, I’m back on VirginAmerica heading west to LA and reflecting on a whirlwind of events that took place in the compressed timeline of my stay in NY.
Whenever I travel back to NY, I transform into a giddy schoolgirl. All decorum, concentration and patience goes to the wayside about 24 hours before departure.
I live/work in a concrete, industrial style loft that I call the “cement Shangri-La”. It’s my oasis. I have one entire wall of windows that look out into LA.
My waterlily did not survive. I’m also reluctant to tell this fact in my blog because I feel horribly responsible for this. For the past week I’ve been experiencing the extreme emotions of guilt,...
While in NY, I met someone who has had a similar experience in life. Lived in NY, came to LA. But he went back to NY. I’m still here, in LA. He misses LA. I have daydreams about moving back to NY. In...
It is September. Past the blooming season for water lilies and lotus blossoms. But I have been on a determined hunt to find them. And, along with with a few photos taken of the last 2 remaining lotus...
I am one of the few individuals who actually loves the dog days of august in NYC. When I lived in NY, for me, it was that last burst of warm air and sultry evenings before Fall and Winter took hold. I...
Just 40 minutes or so North on the 101 freeway in Los Angeles is the home of Joel and Rebecca Miller. Rebecca has been a life long friend. We met when were young woman, just starting our careers in...
Happy 4th of July to all my American friends! Today’s blog has nothing to do with this holiday other than it’s about a celebration. But it’s really about a great wine bar you must visit if you’re in...
If you’re heading to Paris, check out the sales (soldes). 60% off. Now I know the dollar vs. the euro is just ridiculous right now but when you’re shopping for European goods in Europe and it’s 60%...
I have a lot of friends in retail but you must go visit 2 of my dear friends on Beverly Blvd. in Los Angeles. Helene owns Ige, a wonderful, whimsical lifestyle boutique. Helene also designs her own...
The perfect first blog entry.....Les Etages bar. It’s in the Marais in the 4th on 35 Rue Vielle du Temple. It’s divine! It’s what you imagine — peeling red walls, little velvet chairs. They...