BEAUTY / LIVING / STYLE / TRAVEL / WELLNESS
I mean, the tops did, but the bottoms? Not so much. You see, this summer was christened “The Summer of Fun” by Kadi and myself and we certainly didn’t let ourselves down. And while it was super fun, it made me super fat. After a week I was finally able to squeeze into one of my favorite pairs of jeans – a Paris flea market find that I have treasured for the past 12 years. I was feeling better about myself – good even – until a few hours later when I plopped down in my seat and the upper thigh ripped open. And the knee. Damn. Guess I have to exercise…again. Or buy new jeans. Cue Denim Doctors, my go to spot for denim repair and alterations.
I called them up, shipped those babies out and a few days later got a phone call from Jason to discuss the repairs. He was awesome, telling me how to best repair the rip (invisible stitching!) and how to reinforce the weak areas to prevent any future mishaps. This was not this pair of jeans first time at this shop. They were totally restyled by these guys in 2001 – going from what was once an awkward fitting pair of jeans with great coloring and a great flare – to the kick ass rockstar jeans they are today. These guys have been around since 1994 – handling jean repair for Ralph Lauren (the man, as well as the store!) and there is no better place to send your favorite denim. Check out what they did for mine. I’m glad that they’re back, but the works not finished. Now that the holes are covered, there’s less room for ahem….expansion. That means I still have a few pounds to go, but I’m using these as my inspiration.
The journey of our friendship started as sales associates at the same clothing store in Atlanta, where we both attended Spelman College. We went our separate ways, traversing through grad school in Paris and a move back home to Connecticut, before running into each other, literally, on Madison Avenue each not knowing that the other resided in the same Brooklyn neighborhood. The friendship blossomed through our twenties, a time we fondly recall as “the lean years”. These years really set the groundwork on who we were, and what kind of women we were to be. We learned that though one may be to the manor born, real lessons of grace, style and beauty are learned when funds are tight and you have to improvise on the fly. We both were born to strong parents who insisted on hard work instead of handouts. And we wouldn’t have it any other way. Our friendship has survived moves all over the world, and we pride ourselves on being there for one another regardless of physical distance. We love the dichotomy that exists in the lives we have created and believe that the sum of our whole is greater than our individual parts. We have forged similar paths in the beauty industry, one as a thriving and successful entrepreneur and business owner, the other as a leading celebrity colorist for one of the largest salons in the world. Along the way, we have attempted to always stay true to who we are. We are random, we are unpredictable, we are a mix of high and low. Highbrow Hippies.
Shout outs to everyone who helped us get this thing up and running after a year (yes, a year!!) of talking about it.
First – a great big shout to the universe for letting us do what we do and allowing us to interact with so many cool people and things. We are blessed and lucky. Gratitude first.
To Leela Hoehn – an awesome designer and all around cool person for coming up with the foundation for such a great logo. As my former assistant she knows me well and nailed it the first time. Sadly she left me to do her own thing, but I couldn’t be prouder of her. Check out some of her awesome stuff in her Etsy store.
To John Saviano who helped us with the technical stuff because clearly that is not our forte. He listened to us prattle on about lipsticks and travel, food and fashion and never complained. Even when we asked him the lamest questions. A true gentleman. Find out more about him here.
Summertime represents an opportunity for us to break away from the everyday grind of our respective routines and take advantage of the multiple holiday weekends. The season was kicked off with Memorial Day jaunts to Hawaii and the Connecticut coast, continuing with a sweltering Palm Springs Fourth of July, and concluding Labor Day with a nostalgic weekend in the gorgeous city of Atlanta, where Southern hospitality and quality time with family and friends reigned. The highlight, sandwiched in between, was a joint birthday celebration, enjoyed al fresco with our dearest friends at Cecconi’s in West Hollywood.
A huge thank you to Ian Duncan for his amazing photography.
I love when I stumble upon a cool local store with a lovely staff. That was my experience at The Golden State. What led me there was an email received from a friend about a tag sale being held in Golden State’s front yard. Since nothing is better than a flea market on a Sunday, and this was in my ‘hood instead of trekking to Pasadena for the Rose Bowl, I hopped in my jeep to check it out. First of all, any store with “a front yard” has already won me over. From the outset I was surrounded outside by laid back California furnishings, vintage decorating books, and cool artwork. It was enough to lure me into the actual store, and once inside I discovered a treasure trove of authentic California artisan gear, including slouchy tees, hand studded guitar straps, perfectly faded and washed denim, and handmade furnishings for the home. As a bonus, owner Stephanie Addis (a former fashion stylist) and her awesome employee are among the nicest people I’ve met. I was feeling a bit sluggish that morning after one too many margaritas the night before and wasn’t particularly chatty at first, but these ladies were engaging and easy, and an hour later I had set my purse down, taken off my sunglasses, and was discovering something cool in every corner of the store. I left with a four foot tall picture of girls in roller skates I found outside at the tag sale (random, I know, but I had to), and an amazing rose print covered notebook with hand bound pages by Paisley Label by Kerry Cassill for journaling. This store has immediately made the top of my list for holiday shopping. Not bad for a new neighborhood find.
But that was in my twenties. Now that I am older (and vaporizers have been invented) there really hasn’t been the need to light up. Until I found these babies from Jonathan Adler. I’ve been burning them for about 6 years now and every time I light one, people immediately want to know what it is. Including my mother who would NEVER spend $68 on a candle but has. And does. It’s my homes signature scent. We can’t keep them on the shelf at WAX – and at $68 it’s a pricey candle, but the upside is that when the candle is spent you are left with an amazingly awesome ceramic canister that’s perfect for storing cotton balls, q-tips, hair bands, bobby pins…or….