Category Archives: EYEWEAR

evil

top: Geld Iaz, 2001 | pants: Missoni, 2011 | eyewear: Chanel, 2004 | bag: Missoni, 2011

 

sigh.

dude, don’t even get me started. all i’m going to say is: there is seriously some sick twisted shit going on in the world right now. how some people can even sleep at night and then look at themselves in the mirror come morning is completely beyond me.

[ and no i am not talking about stupid fucking Casey Anthony geezus fucking christ. ]

 

rinse. repeat.

dress: DKNY, 2010 | hat: Milsa, 2010 | eyewear: Yves St Laurent, 2008 | bag: Missoni, 2007 | shoes: Diego di Lucca, 2006

 

okay seriously though, sometimes absolutely nothing beats a no-brainer throw-on-in-one-move dress. i mean, it’s lunch with moms if you hear what i’m sayin. i didn’t even have time to wash my fucking hair.

 

day at the beach

dress: Geld Iaz, 1997 | eyewear: Yves St Laurent, 2008 | (beach) eyewear: RayBan, 2004 | hat: Mayser, 2008

 

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.

 

go army

top: Geld Iaz, 2008 | pants: DKNY Active, 2008 | shoes: Donna Karan, 2011 | hat: Milsa, 2010 | eyewear: Gucci, 2004 | bag: Yves St Laurent, 2008

 

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.

 

silver lining

top: Geld Iaz, 2009 | shorts: John Varvatos (men’s – altered), 2009 | shoes: Giuseppe Zanotti, 2007 | eyewear: Gucci, 2004 | bag: Lancel, 2007

 

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.