The French do do. Be chic, be coy, be funny. Know food, know faux, and by all means, know wine. And considering Gigi was my favorite movie growing up [my mother, in her infinite wisdom, almost always reserved it for my days spent at home, sick from school, under an afghan with a cup of chicken ... View Post
Chris Robinson, my style icon.
As if you already didn't know there was something sort of wrong with me, my style icon is, in fact, most definitely a dude. Aside from Karen from Californication [that post, incidentally, gets more hits than any other post on C+C, and her character is pretty much a female version of Chris, what ... View Post
The perfect morning.
It enclosed us in its laceries as we watched the moon spill across the Atlantic like wine from an overturned glass. With the light all around us, we felt secret in that moon-infused water like pearls forming in the soft tissues of oysters. - Pat Conroy, Beach Music Oh, this book... this ... View Post
Native American garments at the VMFA in RVA.
"If you had those little booties, would you wear them? Or just keep them and display them." "Wear them." [And you can, too---at least, their modern counterparts: House of Harlow booties at Anthro.] Man, were they hip to the cool garments. The forefathers of fringe. Beautiful ... View Post
On secretly enjoying bad dreams.
[Vanessa Mooney Fight the Power studded cuff bracelet + Holy Tee fringed shawl.] Still posting beach pictures... things have been too busy to stay caught up! Vacations aren't what they used to be; what fond memories I have of reading in the sun have been obliterated by the most puny invoice of ... View Post




