With the exception of Williamsburg, IKEA and Brooklyn Crab in Red Hook, Brooklyn is pretty much uncharted territory for me. I really should explore this part of the city more often, considering some areas of it is just a few stops away on the subway from my place. I went to Brooklyn Heights earlier for lunch. That area is gorgeous! I’ve been told that many people from Manhattan move to Brooklyn Heights to start a family. Dude, where’s my pram? With its brownstones and tree-lined streets, Brooklyn Heights must be very pretty during the summer. I can’t wait to go back again. As long as I don’t see an army of hipsters, I’ll be fine.
Fur hat and collar by Adrienne Landau, sunglasses by Celine, bag by Rebecca Minkoff, sweater by 3.1 Phillip Lim, coat by COS, jeans by Bagsnob x DL1961
You know how the old Christmas song goes… all I want for Christmas is YOU. For the past two years, I’ve celebrated Christmas day in Stockholm. This year, my beloved bf and I agreed that it’s his turn to come visit me in New York. Afterall, I’ve been living in the city for the almost half a year now and he still hasn’t seen my apartment beyond the realms of Skype. He arrived here yesterday afternoon — and I’m so happy he’s here! My Christmas Eve and Christmas day was amazing in every sense. OK, fine, all we need is a blanket of snow to make it perfect but you know what, nothing in this life is so I’m not gonna complain.
How did you spend your Christmas day? My boo and I hauled our carcasses out of my apartment and strolled around Central Park and around the Upper 70s and Park/Madison. I love this area of New York, so peaceful, quiet and the buildings are beautiful. Maybe this time next year or the year after, I’m gonna move into an apartment with a fireplace. We’ll see. I hope y’all are staying warm kiddies. Merry Christmas to you and your loved ones.
I hate being ill. Hate, hate, hate being ill. All’s fine and well in my world until Saturday afternoon when my hangover turned into a fever. Sunday came and boom, I suddenly had the flu. It’s only until now that I’ve started to feel signs of recovery. I haven’t been out of my apartment in four days — which means more than a dozen meetings and appointments cancelled and errands pushed into the back-burner.
What I hated the most is being ill ALONE in a foreign country. Sure, I, have my own apartment, I’m on my own bed, etc. but my boyfriend is in Europe, my family is in Asia, and my best of friends are all over the place, California, Philippines, etc. It sucks being away from the people who matter to you the most. It’s the first time I’ve been ill alone with no one to help to get medicine, food or have someone physically beside me to get care. It’s a horrible, horrible feeling. When I instagrammed a photo of the meds I’m taking, the first person to email me was mom. A handful of people (god bless their souls) offered to swing by but I’d rather not have them see me in my own personal state of calamity.
In any case, thank god for modern conveniences… I ordered over the counter medications and food via a delivery service, then there’s Skype, and of course, Netflix… I’m on survival mode. I hope I feel much better tomorrow because bitch, there’s this thing coming up called CHRISTMAS and I need to be ready for it.
125th Street in Harlem? Why not? Balmain and Vogue Magazine celebrated the launch of ‘The Pierre” handbag the other night at the amazing Red Rooster restaurant. Kicked off by meeting Balmain’s Olivier Rousteing who flew in from Paris just for the dinner, had a few cocktails before feasting on the best cornbread I’ve had in AGES. The lithe Russian Editor Anya Ziourova was one of my seatmates and we both LOVE the chicken. Ended the night with the gorgeous Kasia Struss dropping me off and stopping by at my apartment for a quick vodka nightcap before she went home. I must say it’s one of the best dinner parties I’ve been to in ages, hands down.
In other news, I really love this photo of Constance Jablonski, moi and Karlie Kloss. Even I can’t deal with the fabulosity of this image…