In these dreams I find myself walking the streets which line the frozen streets of Kiev.
Making my way into tiny shops in search of something to break the chill of the night.
It’s warm in NYC, but in my dreams, back home in the Ukraine, it’s snowing.
I wake up, with fuzzy thoughts of luxurious fur, hugging my body.
Fur coats from Dawn Levy
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I’ve become fairly spoiled recently, discovering designers I’ve loved for years finding their way into my closet. Lately, the obsession has been over Chanel and the amazing work of Karl Lagerfeld. I spotted these on a secret online site I refuse to tell anyone about cause they carry all my favorite designers at practically criminal prices.
The boots have a sateen finish and buckle, tall thick heel and a square toe. They look a little like what a fashionable witch would wear, kind of what I imagine SJP was hiding under her dress in Hocus Pocus…can’t wait to hit the street in these bitches.
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The second-annual Madison Ave Watch Week kicked off last Thursday and today I had the pleasure of crashing attending a watch making event with Girard-Perregaux, which recently took to digital with Mechanics of Style, a destination for the modern gentleman. Being the watch groupie that I am, but knowing very little about the actual watchmaking process, it made this experience that much more enlightening.
I used to think that watchmakers were Santa Clause looking dudes from Switzerland or nimble elves with an eye for grand complications, that was until I noticed that the art of creating timepieces was being executed by women. Girl Power!!!
To blend in, I grabbed a magnifying eye piece, picked up some tools, and with the some guidance, I started working on a movement. After breaking my first one, the watchmakers gathered, mumbled in a language I didn’t understand, and switched out the broken parts. Apparently watchmaking’s not my calling. Fake it till you break it, I guess.
Pocket watch collection
Diamond encrusted piece from the ww.tc collection (world-wide time control)
Piece from the 1966 collection
A Cat’s Eye piece, which one a ‘Watch of the Year’ award in 2004
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Benetti gets comfortable at IWC’s flagship
While the IWC boutique officially opens tomorrow, I snuck in to get a little sneak peek at the official flagship located at Madison and 54th. Designed by one of the worlds most respected watch makers, this boutique is the largest in the world, spanning over 3,000 square feet, and providing an over the top home for Schaffhausen’s finest.
Having sported an IWC for almost two years during my time with the brand, I was beyond ecstatic to see how each family of watches were showcased. From the Aquatimers, to the Pilots, to the DaVinci and the Portuguese, each collection had it’s own interactive display. The presentation was so over the top that the temptation to max out the credit cards was overwhelming.
My addiction to luxury watches is comparable to my addiction for Cafe Bustello, totally not the same but both seem to get me through my day. I highly recommend a visit, preferably with a sugar daddy, momma, or baby if you’re a fortunate old bag who’s been able to get yourself attached to a teenage moneymaker.
I wish this room was an actual aquarium
Custom Ingeneur bike, $20,000.
Totally wearing this next fashion week.
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You know those days when you forget to ask Siri about the weather, so you assume that it’s bright and sunny, and summer came early, so you put on a mini, and skip the tights, only to step outside and realize that the shaker that your momma gave you is going to fall off from frostbite? Yeah, that happened today.
I’d write more, but I’m still trying to return blood flow to my stems and tuckus.
Sweater by Jeremy Laing, skirt by See by Chloe, DIY necklace, booties by Rebecca Minkoff, bag Fendi
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The birthdays of New York’s notables come in all varieties.
The affair for my 26th year of life took place at Ricky’s Strip Club, where I made it rain on Russian models, smoked illegal Cubans on the rooftop and popped bottles with my closest friends in The Champagne Room. The hubs chose to celebrate his last year in his twenties with bottles of Ciroc at Parlor during a Catholic-themed party called All Saynts Day, rosaries and drinks like the Sinner/Saynt added an extra sacrilegious touch to the evening.
This Saturday, we were treated to the New Yorkiest of b-day celebrations, the Birthday Brunch. We enjoyed sangria and tapas at a little hidden backyard terrace in the West Village while Jared (the birthday boy) and Nicole of Naughty. Rosey. Spicey. entertained a mix of Waspish types who gleamed on about summer plans in the Hamptons, investments in Facebook, back outs of Groupon and recent trips to Mexico, where “even Brazilians get burned”, according to a white-neoprene wearing lawyer-in-training who was friendlies of our hosts. Oh, the conversations you begin to have once you enter a new tax bracket. Way better than the “who got shot/raped/mugged” conversations we used to have when we lived in The Bronx.
After a few too many drinks and a candle blow out by the birthday boy, I made my way to to the streets to photograph my perfect PiMS outfit, a Ports 1961 jumper, which gave more than enough room to make my monthly bloat disappear.
Mad Stance.
Happy Dance.
We decided to skip on the birthday flan and instead hit up Village Taverna, a fairly new Greek spot on University that has some of the best baklava and creme-layered napoleon I’ve ever tasted. Will definitely be getting myself to the Greek more often…
Jumper by Ports 1961, handbag and shoes by Rebecca Minkoff, necklace found at Misha Nicole
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Can I just take a moment to state the number one reason anyone gets into fashion? It’s not the stale hierarchy that keep PR agents desperate to find someone worthy to sit front row or the collections, which 99% of the time look like rehashes of someone else’s work. No, the real reason any of us get into this industry is for the parties, more specifically the ones with open bars and hot models.
Last week, we hosted a little event with Arrojo Studios, bringing in a young menswear designer, Ansari, to premiere pieces from his collection. Ben Minkoff, the boys brand from Rebecca Minkoff, provided accessories and Ciroc provided bottles.
Below are some of my better drunk face looks all while wearing a Viktor & Rolf dress made into a long vest, See by Chloe dress, Lanvin for H&M necklace, Rebecca Minkoff Demure shoes, and Fendi handbag.
Me and my bestie, Vicki Frid. Love I’m all business in this shot. 
Model booty shoot.
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My ink was recently featured in an article about Top Bloggers with Tattoos. I’m going to ignore the fact that they didn’t count correctly, cuz I have 4…not 2 tattoos, but who’s complaining. As explained in the article, the above tats are Hebrew, one is the ‘hai‘ which means ‘life’ and the other is from the top of my Ketubah and says ‘I am my beloved and my beloved is mine.’ Actually it says, “I am David and David is mine”, but lets not tell my shiksa husband that.
My third tattoo is on my arm. Mine says “name of the man i love”, Saynt’s says “name of the woman i love”.
We’re not stupid. We’re prepared for any future. Unless it’s one that involves a little girl power on my end…
My fourth tat was actually my first, I was seventeen and my bestie and I got matching tramp stamps. Yes, a tramp stamp. Won’t show you that one or tell you what it says. Just know that it’s the subject of constant shame and hilarity.
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The hubs has been busy at work on the new Socialyte.Co. I made the cover. No favoritism what so ever…
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I took to the night after a long day at our home office. Every Monday and sometimes Tuesday, the crew works out of Casa Saynt. We make food, watch GCB, and play all day with Prada Miu Miu and Calvin Klein. It’s overall a great break and the coming together over a meal really brings teams together like family.
Unfortunately, being home sometimes feels like entrapment when you’re working 12 hour days, so at 8PM, the computers close and I hit the streets for a mid-evening stroll.
Dressed by Chloe…
We’ve been seeing so many fashion ads that appear like candids from an iphone. We figured we’d shoot our own. Like this one for Marni featuring my ancient pumps from the wicked brand. Still desperately seeking a necklace from their H&M collection.
In NYC, the streets are under constant attack by construction zones. It feels like there are secret caves that randomly populate the sidewalks. I think this is one of my favorite parts of New York. The constant betterment and evolution, the connection we have to the creation, and the slight tinge of fear/excitement that comes from venturing into a man-made unknown.
If Tom Ford is reading this, this is what you’re next ad should look like. I will let you use this photo for your next campaign in exchange for a full set of your lipsticks, a lifetime supply of Tobacco Vanille, and anything from your Fall 2012 collection.
Wallet on a chain with spikes by Rebecca Minkoff.
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It was bestie Vicki Frid‘s b-day this past weekend and we celebrated Gaga style … with teacups. Only ours weren’t filled with tea, they were over flowing with vodka, gin and all other types of spirited sins by the master mixologists at The Back Room.
First stop of the night was Klong, a St.Marks based Thai spot that houses some of the cheapest cocktails every Tuesday night. We were there on a Saturday, but still managed to fuel our party tanks with delicious mixtures like Phuket in Bangkok and a Red Bull and Vodka made with the extra potent South Pacific version of the energy drink.
We ate classic Bangkok street food with a modern twist, engulfing Spicy Chicken Wings, Tamarind Duck, Sautéed Squid and classic Pad Thai. Delicious. Definitely a must dine.
Blouse by the sadly defunct ADAM | Leather Blazer by Emu (similar) | Bracelet by Raquelle Bianco | Watch by Frederique Constant
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