[Moroccan wedding blanket I got from the lovely Maryam of My Marrakesh.] I retract all previous complaints—verbal, electronic, and otherwise—about people posting excessive amounts of photos of babies. My sympathy for their affliction, however, is not because I plan on joining the ranks. It’s because I now know what it feels like to be in possession of the most beautiful,… View Post
Saratoga photo journal.
My best friend Casey and his lovely girlfriend, Beth, visited last weekend for some Saratoga shenanigans. Finally—we got some talent behind the lens. He was nice enough to send me the lot so I could share them with C+C readers. We put some miles on our fair town this weekend. If you think the pictures are nice, you should see… View Post
Bensimon sneakers.
Even though some dirty Italian dude stopped me at the track yesterday to say, “Where you goin’, Miss America?” these sneaks have got me feeling like quite the carefree French girl. Moments earlier, I was inside Sanctuary Spa making an appointment for a hot and painful wax when this gorgeous French woman stopped me and said, “Excuse me? You have… View Post
Hecho en summertime.
Just going out to dinner, listening to some tunes during cocktail hour.
Another roadside tragedy.
[J.Crew socks, chambray shirt and skirt + Golden Goose boots + vintage cross + antique turquoise earrings + T by A Wang tank.] Strap in: I’m about to talk about clothes. It’s nuts how one, tiny element of a look can change the entire feel of it. I had on cut offs before I put on this corduroy skirt. It… View Post