a new york minute
scenes from a weekend
hunkiest channeling helmut newton.
one enchanted evening indeed. cue the lights a'twinkle.
a bride brighter than the shiniest of chandeliers.
sugar.
a soirée befit for zelda and f. scott.
l'amour.
shopping.
the felines.
rapture.
debauchery and dancing at the boom boom room....as well as a jason wu sighting.
can you say swoon?
redemption at the bowery.
move over tiffany blue
there's a new blue box to be had.
complete with satin sashes and tissue galore.
and baubles to bate one's breath.
making girls swoon globally.
*note: these babies were nabbed from my new online obsession.
valentine happy
typically i'm not fond of february 14th.
too much red {my color liked least} and too little spontaneity.
hunky and i choose to celebrate everyday as valentines rather than designate one silly day.
{pause for involuntary gag}
but just in case,
this one wacky year (oh those silly rabbits),
let's just say hunkiest couldn't bear the thought of his bride going gift-less, this day of lovers' sweet.
i've compiled a list {websites included honey} to guide him into gifting.
dreams caught and evil spirits thwarted with my pretty new pendant.
my inner alice in wonderland forever quenched in the high back cushion of a new chair.
navy and black. my new favorite combo bite. a side of sequins for dipping.
strappy stellas for stomping and romping 'round town.
a second stalactite for all of my costume changes. romping and stomping can get a girl a sweaty y'know.
no fancy words or pleas here, other than.....i'm out of my perfume baby.
doesn't matter if i don't have anywhere to where it. what matters is that it becomes mine.
doesn't hurt to ask.
in the end, if there are no bows to untie, no champagne to sip, no new pups to potty;
i cry stupid, ugly, re-united with your long lost sister you never knew you had, tears, at how lucky i am to have this man by my side. it truly is valentines day around here all year long.
the presents have already been opened.
bubble toes
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i know i already tweeted this yesterday, but in case you missed here tis again.
off to blow iridescent rainbows and chase down sparkles from the sun.
care for a twirl?
everywhere i look, emerald seduction.
yards of drapey, flouncy, twirly skirt;
flashing me in my most adored color.
katie-land {a more fetching word than brain doncha think?} is already fancying up story-lines where i strut this splendid swaddle.
scene 1
my meeting with the big guns:
armed with pluck and groove, i wordlessly say it all with my style.
get outta my way boys, i wear the pants in this room.
scene 2
when the boy i'm soft on turns up,
my shoulders and defenses come down.
i'll need pretty pleats that swish and sway for dancing slow spontaneously in the kitchen, or while waiting in line for peppermint ice cream.
he doesn't need music; i don't need a dance-floor.
scene 3
when the dames want to yuck it up with tequila shooters and 'woo to the hoo's' at the bar;
i'll have just the right sass and shake circling my hips to get that 4th round on the house.
scene 4
{yes, i know it's not a skirt. but it's fucking celine. make an exception here}
scene 5
she rarely comes out....but the vamp exists.
dark lighting, dark rum, and a dark, kelly green helps.
hold on to yer hats and glasses, her mouth is foul and her humor filthy.
scene 6
a fairy skirt for fairy-tale endings.
swirling fantasy and imagination from my ankles up to my eyes.
fabric so fancy miss scarlet herself would be itchy with envy.
i'm inspired to create, love, and kiss.
scene 7
this is the girl i long to be the most.
the explorer. the traveler. the nomad.
she's on a street somewhere, passport in her pocket; half on assignment, half playing hooky.
no blackberry, laptop, ipod, or watch.
the city is her soundtrack, the sun keeps her time.
the freedom.
it almost hurts.
thank you for twirling with me m'loves.
lovin' me some lanvin
i know mr. elbaz's frocks size much too fancy for this simple girl.
it's a miracle if a finagle a cuff here, or a sparkle there with the current threads i'm sporting.
but this pre-fall line has me ah-yah-yah'ing à la christina aguilera with each look that pops up in my tmag slideshow.
i'm not a greedy girl. i'm not asking for a leashed panther.
{at least not yet}
but my closet would definitely make room for some of this lanvin finery.
camera ready?
today i'm shooting the couture campaign for mary jo matsumoto.
nervous knots and fussy butterflies battle for space in my stomach.
hoping my inner crystal renn will emerge come call time.
wish me luck loves.
ella poe
giddy up for me! last month, at a trunk show, i had the pleasure of meeting uber-talented jewelry designer danielle birrittella of ella poe.
i had seen ella poe jewelry in magazines, worn by celebrities and in editorials, but seeing the jewelry in person and actually trying it on made me crazy-cake intent on getting the word out about this stunning line.
each piece, handcrafted in gold and precious stone, is inspired by danielle's worldly and exotic life experiences.
danielle was raised in a hindu ashram, but has traveled extensively. every piece, each more beautiful than the next, reflects her respect for ritual, sacred objects, and adornment.
there are four beautiful collections: constellations, lucky charms, relics and prayer.
each delicate and precious piece tells a deeper story of she who wears it.
i don't wear much jewelry, but when i do i like to wear something with a bit more tenor than how it matches my dress.
for example, these bacterian and emerald earrings, although designed with a greek and indian flavor, resemble dream catchers: a native american object where one's dreams (only the good ones) are snatched and incarnated. all of the jewelry teems with this type of rich subtext.
i've barely scratched the splendid surface. please visit danielle's website to see more of her divine work.
currently she is offering new clients a 15% off discount....just in time for the holidays.
a recipe for happy
today's cocktail calls for one part sparkle and three parts rainbow.
drink up dears.
bottoms up to a tuesday of twirl.
falling for anna fuchs
http://www.vimeo.com/14608057
runway will always rule the roost;
but when the collection is as fab as anna's,
and the film is as striking as this christian straub's;
it's hard not to semi swoon for this fusion.
wedding duds
thank you for all the wonderful comments and emails on yesterday's wedding wrap-up.
the bride and groom have asked that any photographs of their wedding not be made public; thus yesterday's post skedaddled.
today was supposed to be a recap of guest fashions; instead you're stuck with me, hh, and meg-licious.
happy tuesday.
poolside panache
our dear friends' wedding closes a week's worth of revelry and frolic.
blowouts, whiskey sours, lips o'glossy, and late night grilled cheese; all sanctioned silliness.
my partner in crime and i will be {crashing} attending the ladies luncheon today.
i'm counting on her to keep my pinky erect and my tongue less tart.
tonight a rehearsal dinner with an open mic......i'm thinking anne murray karaoke ?
tomorrow night we make merry in the marriage of great friends. i'm hoping my {stilts} heels will last.
what does you weekend filofax look like?
reverie love
i didn't think yesterday could get any jollier.
{it was a wonderful day for california}
but there on my doorstep as i twirled into my house was the most fantastic box o' sweetness.
the bonny and bright melissa of reverie daydream gifted me with her blessed blue bottle coffee.
we, down south, don't have the pleasure of this yummy, rich, organic, black love.
apparently, public tantrums are persuasive.
7pm be damned! i brewed a cup pronto. there would be no waiting until morning for me.
i savored my deep, inky wonderland to the very last drop.
my only wish was for melissa to be there to share a cup with me.
squeaks and squeals sprung when i noticed another bundle in my package?!
an exquisite alena hennessy scarf! it's like wearing art around my neck.
if you haven't already fallen under the spell of melissa mcardle your life is lacking.
her online boutique offers one of a kind, inspired, ethical and elegant products.
her blog ferries you to lands, times, and spaces where beauty blooms organically. she sets a tempo where life is lived gracefully and fair.
thank you dear mel. you stir the better girl in me to come out and play.
wednesday wear
i'm digging hanneli's latest look.
crisp whites, swishy skirt, simple tank.
yes, even the converse and fannypack.
i'll take three in the same size please.
my propensity to splatter things chocolatey, cheesy, and colors, otherwise garish, seems to multiply whence wearing such a target.
happy day dears.
meg-nificent
doesn't this skirt just scream "twirl me"?
talk about ladylike lust. lose me in a party of pleats, pearls, and patent leather pumps please.
featured in this month's More magazine, this swishing, swirling party hoop is actually made from denim?!
designer meghan stafford kelley, who fashioned this lovely piece for billy reid, is THE name we'll be seeing more and more of in our glossies and editorials.
meg (as she's affectionately known à moi) makes the parisians look trendy and stuck.
she is the sweetest of baby kittens, and could be the next hannah macgibbon.
here are some more shots meg, herself, styled of the fetching flowiness.
yeah, don't even talk to me about how jealous i am of this twirling tool!
i would have OWNED that photo shoot.
lady like tuesday
yes, i know tis a man.
today requires me extra rigid in statue & stance; articulation and precision with each exhalation of breath.
major big girl panties today.
often when i need to play professional katie i feel most girly in boy britches.
nothing like an ascot and pinstripe pant to get my eyelashes batty and lips glossy.
i can behave.
with the best of them in fact.
there's something.....though, so, so, so juicy tempting about blowing big, smacking loud, giant pink bubblegum bubbles in a quiet room of stiffs.
even more delightful when i'm asked to share my hubba bubba, and the imbecile stew thickens.
so ladylike....
wedding weekend
hh and i have a fancy schmancy wedding weekend.
i've never met these people. nonetheless, i will still bawl like a hungry baby once i hear that first note of pachelbel. it lumps me every. single. time.
funny though, i didn't have canon d at our nuptials.
ah! squeak! twirl! swoon!!! i walked to this.
what to wear ?
i'm on a spending freeze.
but hopefully closet has something which swishes and swirls and plays well with sparkly.
hope you have a shimmering, shining thursday loves!
image: can't remember where i found it, but would definitely get me out my spending freeze.....