Jared Leto, actor & musician (he’ll always be Jordan Catalano in my eyes) partnered with a number of celebrities to talk about what their experiences and impressions of Los Angeles are and created a video with his band, “30 Seconds to Mars” playing the background music. Check it out (and Lindsay Lohan should’ve never enlarged her lips!)
I spend a weekend once a year in LA for the Oscars and have to say, it’s a pretty intriguing place. It’s exciting, glamorous, humming with energy and you never know what can happen or who is around the corner. It’s an “anything goes” type of place and no wonder so many people flock to LA hoping to make it big.
Because I love “H.O.V.A.” (a.k.a. Jay-Z), “Made in America” is a must see. It didn’t disappoint.
These J.Crew pumps are stunning.
And these Marais USA flats would look great with a pair of boyfriend jeans
I’m wearing this Zara dress Friday night. Just need some gardenias for my hair and some simple glittery jewelry.
Digging this geometric rug from Anthropologie
If you want a fun read about an American writer living in Paris, check out Haleigh Walsworth’s blog
Couldn’t resist getting this t-shirt for Straw
Love these clutches from Clare Vivier. Might have to put the maroon one on my Christmas wish list (with monogram of course).
Wild & weird. This deadly lake has turned animals into statues (photos by Nick Brandt. One of my favorites….)
I love NY socialite Olivia Palermo’s street style
Man, I’ve been in a hole. Having to take care of a soon-to-be 4 year old with a husband out of town and a knock you down flu almost had me in tears. I almost threw up in Safeway (which would’ve been kind of funny and ironic since I hate Safeway) and I had sinus headaches all week. I couldn’t even sit upright. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. And it’s hard when you can’t bribe a 4 year old to sleep when you want to. I still feel crappy, but not close to what I was feeling last Monday. And why is October so crazy busy? Birthdays, photo shoots, engagement parties, black tie events, and there is no end in sight.
Enjoy your day…..
I was in New York a month after the September 11th attack on the World Trade Center. The city seemed more quiet than I remember. Somber.
As I walked around SoHo, I came to a storefront that was serving as a temporary gallery. There were unframed photographs hanging throughout the space, all taken on that tragic day. The photos had been submitted by amateur and professional photographers and those images, taken from every point of view, became a powerful collective known as “Here is New York” exhibit. September 11th was one of the most photographed events in our country’s history and these images convey such a sense of destruction, loss, confusion, emotion and fear.
I always come back to the quote from George W. Bush’s speech he gave on September 20th:
“Our nation, this generation, will lift the dark threat of violence from our people and our future. We will rally the world to this cause by our efforts, by our courage. We will not tire, we will not falter, and we will not fail.”
Thinking of those today who lost their lives in that tragic event. And for the families and friends who were left to grieve a tremendous loss. May their peace and faith continue to get them through dark times.
We will never forget.
With fashion week in NY in full swing, I thought it was timely to post this. Can’t wait to see it.
Before there was Kate and Pippa, there was Jackie and Lee.
Lee Radziwill, sister of Jackie Kennedy Onassis, was born Caroline Lee Bouvier in Southhampton New York in 1933. With forays into acting, public relations and interior design, Lee has made her mark as the stylish younger of Jackie O. and has shined as an American symbol of true elegance over the years.
Lee sat down for an interview this past winter for the New York Times Style Magazine. Love the pink couch!
and of course I adore the understated elegance of her New York apartment.
Watch the video of her talking about hanging out with Truman Capote and touring with the Rolling Stones. Sofia Coppola sits down with Lee for a discussion on protecting privacy.
(Images courtesy of the New York Times)
Today I went to a new class with a new trainer. And who is the first person I see when I walk in? My old trainer Jon. You remember him. The one who worked me so hard I was almost vomiting after each session? Yeah. It was great. He looked surprised when I walked in 2 hours before our regular time and then wouldn’t make eye contact in the weight room. It was like when you cheat on your hairdresser with someone else and then you run into said hairdresser with a new cut or color. Uncomfortable!!! I worked out today with Jenna, who was statuesque and lean like Gwyneth Paltrow but with a tomboy edge. She was great and I never felt sick or pushed harder than I was capable. Don’t get me wrong. I’m willing to work hard, but when you push yourself to a point where you wish you’d rather be anywhere else, that’s not good. Jenna was very positive with all the ladies in the class and I didn’t feel like “Private Benjamin.” I brought that up to Jon the last time; that I felt like Goldie Hawn in the movie, when she has her Louie Vuitton on her bed and she said, “ugh? what? I just laid down and now I have to get up?” You know you’re getting old when you reference a movie like this to someone and the first thing they say is “Goldie Hawn……isn’t that Kate Hudson’s mom?”
It’s supposed to be 90+ this weekend and I can’t wait to get into the pool (with a bathing suit, rash guard, sunglasses and hat). It’s funny…..in my 20s I would use SPF 4 and once got a burn that was so bad I wouldn’t leave the house . Now I cover myself up like Nicole Kidman at the beach.
Speaking of pools, love the laid back style of 60s-era photographer Slim Aarons. It would be cool to have an oversized piece of his taking up half a wall in a hallway or a living room. I’m partial to the one he took in Lake Tahoe with the beautiful pine trees, mountains and lake in the background. Back then, everyone was very tan, wearing frosted pink lipstick and Pucci. I was born in the wrong era. I’m sure he had great stories about his subjects and sipping cocktails in between shots.
And I’m dying to see this (and I know Straw won’t be the one coming with me). “Scatter My Ashes at Bergdorfs” – a documentary about the store, it’s history, iconic windows and clientele. It is truly an amazing place and has a real feeling of dramatic fantasy to it. If you’re ever in NYC and haven’t been, you must go (and it’s incredible at Christmas time.)
So yesterday some guy robbed the Subway sandwich place right near my house. What I got a kick out of was he ordered his food first and then robbed them (what did he get away with? 100 bucks?). You know you live in a small town when they have the police helicopter, dogs and tons of cops looking for the guy. Granted he was armed, but a police helicopter? This made me realize that I no longer live in San Francisco. Facebook was ablaze with updates and the neighborhood watch forwarded a press release. A press release? He robbed Subway, not Tiffanys. So weirdly funny.
Don’t laugh but I’m on the hunt for a navy blue blazer for P for a wedding next weekend ( I know.) I’m pairing it with a gingham shirt (stop laughing, Julie). I always say he has more of an East Coast look about him. And yes he has boat shoes, Nantucket reds and a bathing suit with navy whales on it. Again, born in the wrong era. He would’ve perfectly fit in to one of Slim’s photos.
Have a great weekend! C