In the house where I spent my first ten years, there was a big stove and oven contraption set into the wall of the kitchen. The behemoth was surrounded by terracotta tiles, Tuscan floral reliefs that only the seventies could produce.
Many see snow as a glacial blanket, suffocating and snuffing out the beauty of fall. But my fellow midwesterners cannot tell me that waking up to a yard full of snow where there was none the night before — with the trees lines with little white clumps and the car covered so heavily that only its imprint is recognizable — is not one of the most beautiful things.
A good pizza eater knows well the difference between a pizza that’s supposed to be purchased and consumed as a whole pie and a pizza that’s meant to be purchased and consumed as an individual slice –– on a white paper plate, grease seeping from crust to palms.
There’s something really magical about being a different person for a day. Whether it’s just you but fancier or a complete disguise, dressing up in any way is generally a hoot, no matter the time of the year. Of course, with Halloween this week, I’ve been thinking about this quite a lot.
Hailing from the East Coast and the diner capital of the United States (New Jersey) I was a little caught off guard when I arrived at the University and all of the in-state kids kept talking about “Coney Island.” I imagined the residential Brooklyn neighborhood, which is swarmed by tourists
Chanel stunned with classic silhouettes, Cecilie Bahnsen was nothing short of a textural dream and Valentino has us prepping our summer whites, and it’s only the Oct. 9. From Paris, Milan, Copenhagen to New York, Fashion Month was a whirlwind.