dress: Geld Iaz, 2004 | hat: ? (Tokyo) , 2007 | shoes: Dior, 2005
remember when i blew the opportunity to sell this dress last winter? well, it turns out i was right all along, i met that very same client (and friends) for early drinks / dinner at The Bowery Hotel, and i sold this dress before the bottle of rosé even made it to the table.
one of the things i love best about New York is that you can sport a get-up like this all over town smack in the middle of the afternoon and nobody even bats an eyelash. by contrast, like in LA for example, everyone dresses like couch potatoes except when they’re going to an awards show.
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.
dress: Geld Iaz, 2004 | hat: Mayser, 2008 | flipflops: Coach, 2010 | bag: Pearl River, 2011 | eyewear: Gucci, 2004
drinks / dinner with friends at The Windsor.
top: Geld Iaz, 2008 | pants: Geld Iaz, 1999 | sandals: Sam Edelman, 2009 | eyewear: Yves St Laurent, 2008 | (head) scarf: Adrienne Vittadini, 2010
drinks / dinner with Marc Bagutta and Elena Fernández at Sant Ambroeus.
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.
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.
dress (as top): Geld Iaz, 2003 | leggings: Poof, 2011 | vest: Adrienne Vittadini, 2010 | shoes: Valentino, 2007 | bag: Azzedine Alaïa, 2005 | headband: Kathy Jeanne, 2011
i have a friend, we call her "Bunny" Kim (she’s the bestest social butterfly we know, so we gave her a socialite’s name). Bunny Kim has terrible luck with airplanes and taxis; her flights are forever delayed and she has this uncanny knack for attracting caustic cab drivers who always argue with her about her specified route. but Bunny Kim has this incredible talent for sunshine, wherever she goes it follows. well, Bunny Kim left for a trip to Seoul a week and a half ago, and she took the sunshine with her; it rained every single day of the twelve days she was gone. now that Bunny Kim has returned home to New York, the sunshine has reappeared with her. isn’t that amazing?
i wish we could figure out a way to market Bunny Kim’s talent like Sharon Stone in The Muse. no guarantees and she delivers nothing tangible, but you pay must dearly in cash and gifts for her to hang around your place of business or travel on vacation with you (be sure to check your flight status before you leave home) or attend your outdoor weddings and whatnot. consider her your liason to Mother Nature. wouldn’t that be nice?
yea, there’s no direct correlation with the outfit i’m wearing or anything, i’m just sayin.