Never mind the hyper-realized Halloween celebrations taking place at amusement parks around SoCal this weekend with their silly rubber masks and gallons of smelly, fake blood.

For months now, Andy and I've been stomping around in our lace-ups by George Esquivel, and loving them with each wear. It's hard to resist the comfort and look of a beautifully crafted handmade shoe.

One of our favorite company of creatives, Commune, has upped an already rousing ante with a new shop, new website and other channels.

My adventures last night started at the opening fete for designer Rachel Pally's new pop-up shop. Rachel's sensual jersey tops, dresses, even jumpsuits are an effortless, gorgeous way to dress comfortably.

Just got word that the first of Lucas Michael's T-shirts benefiting Gap (PRODUCT) RED program is now available. The ongoing initiative is designed to give half the profits directly to fund The Global Fund to Fight AIDS, Tuberculosis and Malaria, and Lucas' "Spread the Word" style below is the latest in the widening collection of projects since the campaign began three years ago.

Unlike my sister, Blanca, who would spend endless spells conjuring songs from her guitar or piano when we were kids (and still does), I preferred to listen from my room next door than practice.

Oh that Christian Louboutin. It's not enough that he continues to make us weak in the knees by eternally tapping our inner Cinderella.

As my closet reveals, I've got a thing for Viktor Horsting and Rolf Snoeren. Well, their heels and clothes. My heart on for the Dutch duo only bolstered after experiencing their retrospective last summer, a multimedia overload complete with 55 porcelain dolls clad in mini versions of their looks.

The editors of The Los Angeles Times Image section today released their list of L.A.'s Fashion Class of 2010, a body of designers and influencers they deem define the DNA of this city's stylemaking.

We're feeling all warm and fuzzy this weekend from the name drop we received from James Tupper, yes, that hunky doc on the new ABC show "Mercy," and, (full disclosure!) an old pal of Andy's.

There is something incredibly exciting about the neon-striped stage set and Burning Man-styled costumes in the L.A. Opera's presentation of "Siegfried," the third installment of Wagner's “The Ring of Nibelung” cycle which we caught last night (and is scheduled for a couple more performances before returning next year for the complete cycle).

Great is the individual who enables the rest of us to see the inconceivable beauty in this world.
You will be missed Mr. Penn.

There was so much to be dazzled by with Alexander McQueen's Spring 2010 show yesterday in Paris-and online. But it's those monster 10-inch heels that has us fans of the Brit genius panting.

Between being served just-cracked clams on a half shell by Thomas Keller and watching Nancy Silverton drop ricotta-stuffed squash blossoms into the fryer, Andy and I spent Saturday night in nirvana.

If I suffered through any annual rite growing up, it was the routine rush to the emergency room thanks to some fall from grace in dance class or dashing around the school yard: Head to toe fractures, sprains, stitches and out-right bone breaks and tendon tears are inventoried in my doctor's files like some M.A.S.H.