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.
Archive for October, 2009
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.
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.
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).
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.