A Fashion Week Snow Queen

It’s that time of year again! Fall Collections are here! I’m back in the fabulous city of New York for Fashion Week and ready to see what all my favorite designers have in store for us this season. As a lifelong Fashionista, my heart will be heavy this week remembering the loss of one of my all-time favorite designers, Oscar de la Renta.

“I left this show feeling an unrelenting desire! It was -15 Celcius degrees, but the cold couldn’t keep this Snow Queen down.”


What to Do in the Hamptons?

Is there anything finer after a long week of work than a weekend in the country? Well for New Yorkers, the country often means the Hamptons offering beautiful beaches backed by fabulous homes, picket-fenced wild dunes and clustering gulls.

“In the city, everyone’s finances are something of a mystery; you can have a Wall Street broker living in a tiny studio apartment in the Financial District, but in the Hamptons, everyone’s wealth is on public display”

A Shout Out to the Women of NYC

It’s been exactly 21 months, eight days and two hours since landing at JFK (with eight suitcases full of clothes, shoes and accessories). The journey here was long and hard, and I should have been exhausted, but I had my O-1 talent visa in my hand, and dreams of makin

The Great Gatsby

The tempo of the city had changed. The buildings were higher, the parties were bigger, the morals were looser and the liquor was cheaper. – Nick Carraway (The Great Gatsby)

Yesterday, I attended a Great Gatsby themed birthday party for my friends Allison and Helen. It was a nice break from all the Holiday festivities and the Jingle Bell music playing all around the city. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a huge fan of Christmas, but when all I hear, non-stop for a month, is Christmas music, I was dying for a change. I was so excited to get all dolled up, celebrate at a non-holiday themed party, and listen to amazing tunes from Ted Lewis, Ruth Etting and other jazz musicians from the roaring 20’s.

A Wall Street Love Story

Exactly one year ago today, I met a gorgeous stockbroker at Bean & Bean cafe in the Financial District. I don’t drink coffee, but it was pouring outside and I needed shelter from the rain, so I ran to first awning I saw. Then I saw him, sitting at a table right by the entrance, dressed impeccably in a sky blue Prada shirt; he was the hottest man I’d ever seen.

“James and I saw each other four times that week, and before I knew it, I was in a relationship with a man who had 18 tailored suits hanging in his walk-in closet.”