Iron & Rust

Photo cred: Chanel Pre-Fall 12/13, Fashiontoast, and the coveteur

Girls of Summer

Here are some bright and beautiful pictures to make this grey day disappear.




Photo Cred: Terry's Diary, Rachel Zimmerman for T Magazine, Planet Blues lookbook, Marie Clarie Greece, Vivienne Mok, tumblr, lovemore, elle france, bergdorf goodman resort and oracle fox

Weekend.

Friday: Drove to Boston from work to see my best college friends at the Chateau De Cristo in Boston, Ma.  It was a great college graduate good time, we drank wine ate d'oeuvres (that was hard to spell) and then headed out for a lovely adult evening.  We ate at cheers (which was as disgusting as it sounds), but we got a nice buzz going and continued to a bar with a TEN DOLLAR COVER...looks like I wasn't in Troy anymore.  Then we all blacked out, danced our face off, lost an iphone in a cab and ordered pizza late night; ending our adult evening on the childish side, just the way I like it.

Here are some lovely St Mikes alumni (that includes you on the right)

Santa and her helpers, right in time for the holidaze!

HAPPY 23RD Jennie, you old as FUCK!

Love you Mushy!

How do you always find Tall Boyz, wherever you go?!

Dancing Queen at the Bell in Hand in Boston, MA

Here we are taking a break from our black girl dance fantasy ( lets just say a fan, hair whipping, and beats were involved and my thighs are still sore)

Sums up our college years to a t

Saturday I woke up early due to my pesky internal clock and watched a strange new video by lady gaga, with my pals as we ate key lime pie and discussed the relevance the current presidential election...JUST KIDDING we commiserated about our hangovers and lost items.  Then I drove back to New York, where I relaxed the rest of the weekend.

This is a metaphor for my hangover Saturday.

Casual Saturday night dinner

Casual King Tut Cat

A sample of the new (holy prep attack) monogram necklace I got! JOY

Sunday I decorated the Christmas tree with my mother and pooch, while watching the harry potter marathon and eating stew and drinking some red vino. (Who says living at home at 22 is for imbeciles, I'm secretly starting to love it BEWARE MOTHER.)

My L Ornament, because it's the greatest letter eva

Some of my favorite things via ornament given to me over the years: Starbucks, tennis, Hunter, Paris, and elephants!

Hunter baby all ready for santa ( or is he Max from the Grinch?)

THE TREEEEE!

Trend Report: French Bulldogs

Today's post was originally going to be about celebrity dogs and the top breeds among celebrities.  As I was "researching" I remembered that one of my favorite celebrities has a french bulldog; as I googled Ashley Olsen's pooch I realized every celebrity, D-lister, and their mother has a french bull dog. Thus, this post is about how chic french bulldogs are and how necessary they are as a accessory...though I am partial to golden retrievers named Hunter.  Prepare yourself for cute dogs galore!

 

 

 

When accessories fight back (bulldog bite)

 

What I'd give to be a pooch in the arms of an Olsen and chew their vast collection of louboutins

Side note from French bulldogs to human celebrity owners: Dear Owner, I know you used too have chiwawa's when Paris Hilton was famous, but ditched them at the pound when I (the much chicer french bulldog came along), but remember I weigh around thirty pounds and can't breathe when you hold me or stuff me into a Birkin and I LIKE TO WALK! Sincerely, French Bulldog

The ultimate Pooch-mas present: A request to the universe, boyfriend, parents, and santa? Please!

 So there you have it people, if you didn't know you're not cool without a french bulldog that you carry around Southern California like a doll with a Venti iced mocha latte in one hand and it's shit in a bag in the other.  So all you trend chasers who have a teacup poodle, yorkie, morkie, chiwawa or better yet teacup anything; you better upgrade to a frenchie or you look OLD.

Photo cred: olsen anon and Google search