Amanda Lepore Celebriduck!

Limited edition Amanda Lepore "Celebriduck"! This is a real rubber duck in Amanda's image - beautifully packaged - and YES - she really floats! The perfect gift for any Amanda Lepore fan / collector! Amanda Lepore signature on the back! Limited quantities. $40 at www.everythingamanda.com

New York Fashion Week: Spurr

Simon Spurr's line of vintage inspired and contemporary feel menswear is relatively new to the scene. His fully canvased suits will hopefully be making their way into my repertoire in the coming days for Fall 2008, but most definitely this Spring 09 look below! The collection is fun, it's wearable, it's luxurious, and it's not super ridiculously priced like some we see these days!

New York Fashion Week: Duckie Brown

Duckie Brown, founded in 2001 by Steven Cox and Daniel Silver, is one of my fave menswear lines. They make impeccably tailored clothing, elegantly dressing fashionable men around the globe. Their "risky" looks say yes to men who want well made, fun to wear real fashion pieces.


The Spring 2009 collection, presented at Bryant Park during New York Fashion Week, is inspired by urban bike messengers, but made elegant and tailored. The above look is one that will definitely make it into my closet next spring!


Finally a return to wider leg pants! The skinny leg made popular by DiorHomme are being bastardized everywhere, and many guys, whether they should be wearing them or not, are abusing the style. Thanks Duckie Brown, for perpetuating a cut that will hopefully be received by as many men as the skinny leg, so we can stop seeing saggy ass, fat thighs, and ass crack!

New York Fashion Week Coverage

It's coming! I have a long list of shows that will be covered in the coming days! Stay tuned!!!!

In Loving Memory

Today is a good day. It's one of the most beautiful days that we have had in New York in a long time! Temperature is perfect, the sun is out, the humidity is low, it's not overly polluted with noise. Toulouse's remains came home today.

He passed April 18, 2008, from kidney failure. It was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do in my life, putting him to rest, but his quality of life was completely diminished, and he was suffering horribly. He went silently, not even knowing who I was.

Oh how I miss my little monkey. He was my shadow for 12 years, and not a day goes by that I don't think of him. I feel like sometimes I see him around the house, out of the corner of my eye, like he never left, but it is just my mind playing tricks on me. He was with me through 3 cities, numerous loves, numerous heartbreaks, much loss, much gain, and always was there, loving unconditionally, no matter how annoying he could be sometimes. It takes a lot to live in my crazy world, and he never once tried to escape! I kid. He did try. But unsuccessfully. He had no thumbs, so he couldn't open the door.

Where ever he is, whatever he is doing, I hope that he is happy and healthy, playing, eating all his favorite foods, and most of all, I hope he knows how much he was loved, and that he is thought of often. Rest in peace, TouTou.

New York...

So I'm catching a re-run of Sex in the City and Carrie said something that struck a chord with me...."They say in New York, you're always looking for either a job, a boyfriend, or an apartment." (of course this was followed by some writing, etc....) It's SOOO true. I'm in the market for 2 of those, and it seems as though it has been that way since I lived here. Of course, what I'm in the market for (or on the market for) isn't always the same 2. I'm not necessarily looking for a boyfriend, and I date like mad, but I think I'm ready to settle down some and that certainly would be a welcome asset to that plan. I'm not looking for an apartment, so that leaves job. Hmm. Ideas are welcome, comments are encouraged!

Mrs. Palfrey at the Claremont

I just watched a beautiful movie called Mrs. Palfrey at the Claremont, starring Dame Joan Plowright, and super sexy Rupert Friend. It's about an elderly woman who goes to live in a hotel called Claremont that is for retired and elderly folk. She is lonely and the other folks in the hotel think that the grandson she speaks of is mythical. One day, out and about, she falls and young, aspiring writer (with most mesmerizing eyes) named Ludo comes to her rescue. They develop a rapport that leads them to a sweet friendship. He, never knowing his grandmother, and her having a grandson that doesn't call as often as he should.

As she announces to the other elderly hotel guests that she has a young guest coming for dinner, they automatically assume that she is referring to her grandson. She doesn't deny it, and he becomes a regular guest of Mrs. Palfrey at the hotel. They share stories, he writes a story about the experience. She dies. Her family was only there after her death. Ludo was the last to see her, the last to share in her life, and the last to learn the important lessons that her life lead her to.

The reason I am writing about what could be a sad story is because I see the beauty in it. It's a touching account of an elderly woman who was lucky enough to spend her last days with someone that was open enough to listen to what she has to say, and to absorb the lessons she has to teach. They were companions. He was lonely, she was as well, and together, the days passed with light instead of darkness.

I can't help but wonder what my Nana's last days were like. I find myself thinking about her often and I can't help but feel guilty about not being there as often as I should have, and not calling as often as I could. She had so much knowledge to share, and lived such an interesting life. She gave me my entrepreneurial spirit, and kept me inspired with the story of her struggle growing up Cherokee. I miss her terribly, she was a beautiful woman. I know she forgives me for being away so much, but more importantly I wish I hadn't missed out on what else she had to share! Call your grandmother!!!!!

Tina Fey, is thatchoo girl?

She's good with a teleprompter. It very well could be Tina Fey. But unlike Tina Fey, I get frightened with this one. She's icky. She scares me. She's got a knocked up, gun loving 17 year old, and when you've got a geriatric man running for president and a super strong, loud woman as VP, a heart attack is likely, and then we're stuck with this bitch! The only bitch I would want in office is Hillary, so I will just have to make do with Barack. And I'm okay with that.

ADWA New York Launch

Last night was the launch of ADWA New York, the skinniest pants I have ever seen in my life! They are super high waisted, super slimming, and really sexy! It was hosted my Holly Dunlap of Hollywould in the penthouse suite of the Rivington Hotel. The booze was sponsored by St. Germain, and being one of my favorite spirits, I had an amazing time!


The beauty of ADWA is they are all custom made, taking 3-4 weeks to arrive to the clients door. No more trying on 20 pairs of pants to find the questionably perfect jean, and still having to have them tailored. These bitches fit like a glove! I was amazed at how long legged they made the girls walking around the party! Being 6'3", I appreciate a tall gal, and the party was laden with them! Thank you St. Germain for a delightful evening of cocktails! I couldn't get enough of the St. Germain cooler! It was vodka, St. Germain, something orange/pink and fruity, and deeeerishious! Next please.

Random Rant: Baby strollers

Ugh! You know the type. The woman who is angrily navigating her pram through the streets of New York. You are walking in opposite directions, and the street is narrowing. Rather than wait to see who's coming first, she automatically assumes she has the right of way, and she speeds up, tackling your toes as she does it. She doesn't bother to share the sidewalk, she just assumes she owns it. I loathe this type of woman. Just because you have a baby doesn't mean you own anything more than more responsibility, sugar...

Next time you see a baby carriage barreling at you, stay your course. It's not being discourteous, because after years and years of yielding, it's my turn to own the sidewalk. A simple thank you would suffice, but no...nothing. Not my fault you have stretch marks, new mama. Not my problem you got no sleep because your little mouth breather is teething.

I'm not completely insensitive to babies, I just hate the attitude that new mothers get when they are out and about. Not everyone wants to hear your baby scream and cry, and I certainly don't want you on a plane with me. The sidewalk is somewhere that we should all share, including you and your baby carriage.