Helen Gurley Brown died today at the ripe age of 90. While I didn’t always agree with everything that came out of her mouth or her mind—particularly in her later years where her judgement crossed the line at times—I appreciated her penchant for living her life her way, boldly, unapologetically and, clad in fishnets until the end of her days, with joie de vivre. […]
Today, our daughter Nina turns two.
It might come as a surprise that I’m posting this.
I’ve been remiss in posting anything of late as we’ve been juggling several exciting new turns, including a second store on La Brea Avenue opening this month. […]
With cities increasingly brimming with wonderful boutiques, it’s always valuable to get an inside tip. I’ve long enjoyed RackedLA‘s “Shopping Confidential” column because of this.
When RackedLA contributor Yale Breslin contacted me with an invitation to submit my secret shopping spot, it was my pleasure to be able to share a place I’ve written about in LVER before and can never get tired of recommending, since I never grow tired of this designer’s wonderful work. […]
It could have been one of those fantasy dinner parties with icons conjured over an ordinary dinner with friends, a wish guest list of individuals so part of the pop cultural fabric yet so disparate in their raison d’etre that there is no way they could end up around one table. […]
As the concrete dries on our new A+R location and we look forward to hanging our “open” sign later next month, reporters are getting hot and heavy about the revival along La Brea Avenue with the September issues in mind. […]
Much has been made about the perfect red lipstick because much can be made with it. A red lipstick can swipe away the blues, to riff on something Pauline Trigere famously said. […]
It’s Monday. And out there, about two hours from where I write, is a pool sparkling under a fireball that is nuking the concrete surrounding the cool pool to 104 degrees, or something that feels much hotter. […]
Crowd-sourcing financing for creative pursuits has exploded like so many Fourth of July fireworks this year, reflecting a real shift in the course of entrepreneurial enterprise as well as the public’s embrace of that spirit. […]
It’s an expansion of sorts.
As you Dear LVER Reader know all too well from reading this site, Andy and I enjoy life to the max. With that in mind, we are expanding our offerings on the retail level by becoming one of the 150 “curators” on OpenSky, a curator-driven marketplace allowing users to select from a tightly selected group of experts in the fields of lifestyle, food, kids, beauty, health, home and other categories.
My sister Blanca and I lost our dad, David Apodaca, in 1991. But he is still with us.
In my case, he’s with me every time…
I speak to an audience—my dad was an accomplished member of Toastmasters International and even took me to a few meetings when I was still in elementary school. […]
Before movies, television was my entree to glamour. That is, the transformative powers of a gown on a woman who fits it like a glove. The right dress with the best accessory—a personality that fits it—is gold. […]
Was nothing sacred? Had Banksy slipped into a Fjellse bed with Ikea? As we stood at the entrance of the Ventura Lambrate subway station during the recent Salone Internazionale del Mobile in Milan, I interrupted my eye roll at the rough black-and-white pasted figures on the granite walls with the realization this was probably just another mainstreaming of street art. […]
When Elisa Goodkind and Ramona Canino appeared on my porch late last summer, I had a little trepidation. I’m not about hanging out my laundry for the world to see, let alone opening up my closet or my home—especially as I was in the midst of construction and changing up some of the furnishings. […]
Facebook promises to connect us with the past as much as the present. While some old associates are better left way in the past, I admit I’ve been thrilled to reconnect with others whom I once upon a time spent so much of my life. […]
This vid birthday card of sorts from my sister Blanca Apodaca and her other half Michael Serwich is a riot. It ran on the “Banana Splits” TV show in the 1960s, probably some time around the year I was born (that would be 1968). […]
Today I’m 44. Tonight Andy and my dear pals Bryan Rabin and Kelly Cole are throwing down the glam gauntlet at Diamond Dogs, Bryan and Kelly’s weekly fest at Bardot’s in Hollywood. […]
Some time between the moment when Gregory Arlt slung Dita’s extended, black stockinged leg above his neck and an hour or so before when the curtain dropped on the stage of the House of Blues in Hollywood, the group of us cozied up inside a tiny chamber at the back of the Foundation Room upstairs. […]