dress: Geld Iaz, 1997 | eyewear: Yves St Laurent, 2008 | (beach) eyewear: RayBan, 2004 | hat: Mayser, 2008
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for last-minute-decision beach visits (ya know— i mean for like when you just haven’t had enough time to book a seat on StndAir or charter a small helicopter), nothing beats the ferry to Sandy Hook.
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dress: Geld Iaz, 2000 | eyewear: RayBan 2004
uggh i just accidentally erased two days worth of photographs arrggh
so i chose this one to show instead for two reasons: 1) i cannot find this dress anywhere, i have looked everywheres for it, and 2) i kinda wish i were in a place like this right fucking now. sigh
cover-up: Geld Iaz, 2003 | top (underneath): Geld Iaz, 2008 | leggings: Adidas, 2009 | shoes: Donna Karan, 2011 | eyewear: Yves St Laurent, 2008 | bag: Yves St Laurent, 2008
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lunch at Cafe Gitane. dinner at 10 Downing.
top: Geld Iaz, 2008 | pants: DKNY Active, 2008 | shoes: Donna Karan, 2011 | hat: Milsa, 2010 | eyewear: Gucci, 2004 | bag: Yves St Laurent, 2008
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lunch with Zainab Jah at my faaavorite outdoor cafe in all of NYC, Gusto Ristorante e Bar Americano. saw Marg Helgenberger there too, she was lunching with her husband (?). she looked so great, she was sporting all white. okay call me a pervert or whatever for noticing, but Marg Helgenberger was either wearing the teensy weensiest g-string under her white cotton pants, or she was wearing nothing at all. i’m just sayin.
top: Geld Iaz, 2008
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yea i hate flashbulbs so this is how indoor photos turn out.
early drinks / dinner at Hotel Griffou.
dress: Geld Iaz, 2010 | shoes: Yves St Laurent, 2010 | eyewear: Gucci, 2004
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meeting with interwebs guru, Tony Zeoli. dinner with friends at August.
top: Geld Iaz, 2009 | shorts: John Varvatos (men’s – altered), 2009 | shoes: Giuseppe Zanotti, 2007 | eyewear: Gucci, 2004 | bag: Lancel, 2007
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okay, i don’t know how he does it, but i can tell you for an absolute fact: Mike Tunk shares his clients with the hottest restaurants and nightclubs in NYC. it must be all by word of mouth or something, because Mike Tunk has even pleaded with me not to send him "any more people," because ha ha ahaa he can barely deal with all the spoiled demanding divas he already has. his little store yesterday was like a scene out of Cipriani, i am not even kidding. oh good, i just tried googling him and he’s totally unfindable. sorry!
in any case, even though losing my Blackberry was a bummer, i actually really like my new Bold 987whatever, yay! feel free to send me your communication information if you think you might not mind maybe hearing from me someday. i never backed up my contacts list, and i only write down really important hard-to-get phone numbers like Maxwell and Brian Grazer and Brian McNally in Ho Chi Minh.
so, yah.
