a few nights ago we made our way over to shelter island, a quiet, nonchalant haven of long island, which when you drive out to the coast, oozes a dreamy, quixotic, french riviera essence.  i kept shaking my brain out of a cap d’antibes reverie, reminding...
it’s just too much of a coincidence….. methinks hoffmeister lagerfeld has been shopping my coreplay classes for inspiration….. even the beauty of joan smalls and saskia de brauw, shot against the iconic hôtel du cap eden roc, can’t mask some of...
if you looked in my bathroom drawers, you’d think i’d be a wizard at the sun-kissed face, the glossy lip and the come hither eye. but i have neither the skills nor time to keep a post hotel du cap summer flush, or nights in black satin stare. i could open...
