I want this....

Well, I want 6 of these to go with a wooden dining room table.

Oh, and a house to put them in.

Ode to Fedoras

This is hard, but now I can admit it.

I love you, fedora. It took a while, and I judged you when Britney Spears wore you a lot, but now I really understand you.

You are amazing with your day to night flexibility and your sun blocking capabilities.

You instantly add hipster credibility and sometimes, like when I wear this version, you even make me feel like Daisy Buchanan.

First Day in Jeans

After two years of a strict "no jeans-ever-don’t-even-think-about-it" policy at my job in our buttoned-up Nation’s capital, I recently found myself sitting at work in a pair of my favorite Citizens. I sat there, upright in my Aeron, wondering if this is what those Amish teenagers feel like on Rumspringa. Jeans are a major staple of my wardrobe and having to neglect them for two years was painful. Of course, that hasn't been the only wardrobe transition I've experienced since moving from DC to San Francisco. A few things I've learned so far:

1- Apparently leggings are acceptable again, and they go with everything.

2- Tom's are suitable walking shoes.

3- Acceptable work outfits can include leather pants and a fur vest.

So, let's just say things have changed since my Banana Republic laden closet. But it's a good transition so far and certainly makes for great people watching on the train!

R.I.P. Gourmet

It doesn't make sense. Your photos were like... food porn. I would have chosen you over Bon Appetit any day.

Guess I'll go eat something...maybe I'll make one of your incredible cookie recipes.

STELLA!!!!!!

The pictures are up from Stella McCartney's show. Lalalove it.

Pervy Confession: Sometimes, I get dressed up, go into the Stella McCartney store on Beverly Blvd. and just walk around and touch everything. Yup. I said it.

Goodbye Big Mouth Billy Bass....

Gift idea! A fish-themed gift hasn't been this cool since those damn Big Mouth Billy Bass singing pescados. This adorable pitcher not only comes in a myriad of colors, but also...wait for it...gurgles!

Check them out!

Venice Stalker

If you live on the Venice Canals in Los Angeles and saw someone peering in your window last Saturday evening, it wasn't the Venice Stalker. It was me. Well, maybe I am the Venice Stalker. But instead of inappropriate flashing, I just stare at and drool over your lighting fixtures and window treatments.

I was walking with one of my best friends to dinner on Abbott Kinney when we both stopped. As we looked into the large window, I fell in love with the living room. A navy-painted wall with white picture frames (similar to this, but much more simple). Sophisticated beachy!


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Empire State of Mind

After listening to Jay-Z's "Blueprint 3" on repeat and watching "The September Issue" four times, this Angeleno jetted to NYC for a quick weekend away. We had perfect 73 degree weather, which allowed for a High Line visit, a Chelsea gallery crawl (saw Juergen Teller's "Paradis" at Lehmann Maupin), and a Met roof party.

The weekend also allowed for the East Coast debut of my shoeties (thanks Rachel Zoe). This Endless.com purchase was well worth the $25 (and free shipping!). They will be my Fall staple, as soon as LA realizes that 98 degree weather at the end of September is annoying.

As if the weekend couldn't get any better, I experienced true star-struck behavior when I happened upon Grace Coddington in the West Village. After gasping, I shouted out "We love you, Grace!" Ask any of my friends, this was definitely out of character.