Every single conversation with a new (or expecting) parent in NYC begins and ends
not with baby names
nor parenting tips …
but with real estate.
Are you staying in your current place? Are you moving to Brooklyn? To Greenwich? To the UES? Are you staying in the city? How many bedrooms do you have?
NYC apartments are so damn cramped with two narcissistic New Yorkers, their egos & their extensively on trend closets…
that just the thought of adding a nursery & quadrupling the “stuff”
requires “Wine Wine WINE NOW” and a Xanax prescription.
As for me?
but in their place, I’ve developed an unhealthy obsession with lucite
in my endless pursuit
to create the illusion of space.
i’m getting old.
My favorite beauty look from the FW14 runways was not the bedazzled, beglittered, be-crazy
but the pared down, subtly gorge, uber-wearableness @ Stella McCartney.
Perfect spring inspo!
I just can’t handle the fabulousness that is my sister. She brings over I love NY crocs for Baby Girl and Levain Bakery jelly donuts (and a box of cookies!!) for Mama Moopig
Folks who grow up in Los Angeles
yap endlessly about
how much we love LA.
How Inn N Out is OMGTDF
how the weather is supreme
how someday somehow
no matter what nor why
we will end up there.
I am not an exception.
In that vein, I recently discovered a line @ Kitson called Sol Angeles where virtually every piece screams this mantra.
Beyond this obnoxious LA - or - die mentality,
it’s the softness with which I became besotted…
not only the softest I’ve ever worn, but ever felt!
Like wearable blankets for lazyballs & moopigs,
they’re perfect for lounging on the couch with tubs of buttered salted sour skittled popcorn
or morning donut burgers & milkshakes.
The bestest part?
The kids line.
To remind Baby Girl where she’s really from…
butterflies for buttercups.
first purchase upon billionairedom:
LA to Tokyo in 5 hours? NYC to Paris in 3?
Screw Birkins; dream bigger.