
Recently, I’ve had a hankering for some good old-fashion fun – 1920s style. Luckily, New York caters to old-souls like me. So, when it was time to choose a bar for a random Wednesday night, I chose Little Branch – the token “speakeasy” of the West Village.
Three years ago, in Paris, I had the pleasure of discovering a shop called Comptoir Des Cotonniers (translation: Counter of the Cotton Ones). This shop was the essence of young Parisian style. Sheer blouses, sleek trousers and sharp jackets, styled in neutral tones with a pop of color – I fell in love.

This review is long overdue, as I finished this book in August and I had the pleasure of meeting the writer in October. However, regardless how much time passes, it’s never too late to share one of your favorite books of the year.

I am a firm believer that brilliance doesn’t have a price tag. A person’s style and panache is not reflected in their credit card bill or their debt. In fact, those who are able to find the diamond wherever they happen to be are in fact, the true arbiters of style. With that said, I do have one exception – one hiccup in my anti-label love. And, that my friends, is Hermes.

As a young girl, The Secret Garden was one of my favorite films. The Secret Garden inspired me to explore my backyard and the woods in my neighborhood in pursuit of a magical garden, like the one in the film. Regrettably, my childhood adventures never lead me to a place as magical as the garden depicted in the 1993 film.

Let’s face it; nothing beats a great spa experience. The hypnotizing smells of essential oils… The hour+ of complete and total relaxation… The cozy robes post treatment…
February 5, 2011
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