Unable to take the plunge and actually chop my hair, I have found a less permanent way to have a spring fling with my ‘do. When you are known for your scruffy ‘bird’s nest’ locks like I am, it is amazing the difference it makes when you scrape your hair off your face into a neat top knot. Scattered all over the S/S runways from Lanvin to Rodarte,...

I like my dresses with a story. Finding them, mainly, in charity shops means that I have to make them up. They become the little characters that live in my wardobe (i’m not crazy, I promise). Which is why I was so excited to stumble upon

After an atrocious week at work made better only by how god-awful my weekend was, I needed something pretty, I needed it fast, and I needed it not to cost a ton of money (yeah right, this is Manhattan!).

I stumbled upon this image of the Rakku Shoe Wheel while blog-surfing today and was just mesmerized by it. Most women struggle to find ample storage space for all of their shoes. Stacked in the original boxes, strewn about on the floor, precariously hanging from one of those over-the-door shoe racks, there hasn’t really been a great way to keep things organized...

I’ve been hunting for a pair of nice flat sandals and given my recent obsession with Barneys, I was browing their selection online when I found these shoes by Sigerson Morrison. All I have to say is that it’s a good thing that Barneys doesn’t deign to break down their shoe selection by category, because I’m not sure if these are boots or sandals. However, I...

Styled like a Rolex, but without the price tag,

Okay, not really. But when I opened my copy of

I have said in the past that I am a big fan of the standard Herve Chapelier canvas tote bags, but I’ve been thinking about upgrading for awhile. Although I may lust after items with big price tags on a regular basis, I live in Manhattan and I’m at the start of my career, and seeing as I don’t work in finance, that means I budget. Big time.

I’m confused. This past week in NYC was unseasonably balmy (75 degrees Fahrenheit in mid-April) and I found myself relegating my black tights to the back corner of my closet and going bare-legged with my skirts and dresses. Then today rolled around, and although it wasn’t exactly January again the cold and damp made me long for a thick sweater. So—on to the confusion....

All of this recent Madonna exposure makes me a little sad. Too many pumped muscles, too much shiny purple and too much shiny hair. Not that I am going to sit here and criticise Lady Madonna, but give me the rough edges and genuine rebellion of her “Like a Virgin” days any, well, day. In fact, the more I think about it, the more I might start comandeering...