I was down for the count with the stomach flu over Valentine’s Day so this is my “love” post. Well, it’s actually a “love back” post. Last year, my sis-in-law turned me on to Milk + Bookies, an extraordinary and very necessary organization where children donate books to peers who don’t have bedtime stories of their own. Now that my eldest daughter is reading up a storm, the notion of giving books to children in need could not be more poignent. Plus, when you’re contemplating your kid’s next birthday party (JAG Gym? Nahh. Coach Samir? I don’t know…) well, here’s your easy answer. And finally, while cruising the website I noticed these limited edition Marc Jacobs “Future Philanthropist” tees which speak to me on yet one more level. Doing good is a good look. And that’s not a bad life lesson, either.
I’m late to every social media party. Basically I arrive when the crowd is leaving. Yesterday I joined Instagram which felt exciting and not-so-monumental at the same time. My first picture? A very styled shot of my two year old, Cleo. Does anyone ever post anything that’s not art directed? Even Amanda Brooks’ cows look…Below, some amazing wild flowers from Flower Girl NYC that I can get behind for Valentine’s Day, which look very much like a gorgeous, styled Insti-shot. “Like”.
For years I’ve been obsessed with this multi-purpose balm from Organic Pharmacy and now that the weather is “cold”, I’m breaking it out again. It’s worthy of any on-the-go mom who wants to stay somewhat polished because it can be smoothed on nail beds, dabbed on cheeks, patted on eyebrows and rubbed onto lips, obv. It’s small, it’s pretty and you can easily toss it in anything from your Givenchy bag to your Claire Vivier daytime clutch (“impersonal you,” that is). Plus, it’s all-natural so you’re wee ones can pat it on chapped skin that can even occur in 63 degrees.
One of the coolest places to buy art is Art Space, a curated marketplace that sells commissioned works by famous artists. I’ve been known to troll it from time to time and have discovered some great new names. This Mario Testino photo reminds me of my old store Presse, with its walls lined in framed images from French fashion magazines (which now hang in my home office). Miss Moss, who serves as the ultimate fashion inspiration for all mamas, turns 40 today. Happy wellies and hot pants!
When in doubt: Dance Party. I’m not the first to have them and I certainly won’t be the last. My signature moves are usually a blend of boy band, interpretive and fist-pumping, mixed in alongside a few choreographed steps with the girls. Newest necessity: Jam Box! It makes playing Lana del Ray re-mixes in the bathroom that much brighter. Minis are the bomb too. (Both speakers and people).
Happy New Year, peeps. Which means there are lots of fake resolutions to jump on. First up, everyone’s requisite: get healthy! While I’m anti-resolutions, I am pro-getting healthy. My latest obsesh is with my new local juice joint, Juice Served Here, who is no joke. The owner taught me about “fillers” which pretty much populate the majority of green juices on the market (to name a few: cucumber, celery and romaine). Then I met their “01″ juice. Jam-packed with Chard and Collards, it’s not easy on the taste buds – I won’t lie. But it’s a great palette cleanser to rid yourself of that New Year’s Eve taste-in-your-mouth. And they deliver all over LA. Cheers.
For the past three years this week has been particularly festive for me since my third daughter was born on December 30th. Given a choice between the 30th and 31st – which are clearly both shitty birthdays – I chose to let her have a double dose of party for the rest of her life. Not that she’ll be a party girl or anything. This sweet glitter confetti from Catbird in Brooklyn sums up how we will be celebrating her day this year – with an intimate get-together and enormous cheer. Happy birthday, my sweet Cleo!
I’m a total psycho when it comes to shopping. I’ll stalk a high-ticket item all season and then pounce on it once the price drops. As a former retailer, I am basically my own worst nightmare. It’s a gamble every season but you know – I win some, I lose some (won: Balenciaga “Join a Weird Trip” baseball jacket. True.) Lately I’ve been on the jewelry hunt. Just thoughtfully browsing. And although these Holly Dyment rings (my latest fixation) will never be an end-of-season kind of purchase, I can still covet. Because luckily at the end of next season is my birthday.
Time for teacher gifts. Ahh, the choices. How many apple themed finds can the sites serve up? Pass. So if you happen to find yourself with a groovy teach this year, these monogrammed Baggu pouches could offer something new. The bag company teamed up with Flat Vernacular, the Brooklyn-based all-things-sick-for-your-walls company and came up with this funky alternative to Claire Vivier clutches. I am in the process of a custom order myself (see some examples below.) You can throw in your IPhone, lip stain, anti-bacterial wipes and car keys, and they can toss in their teacher-y stuff. And while the style harks back to those graffiti tees from the ’80s, there’s nothing wrong with bringing it back a bit.
I love finding the perfect gifts for friends and family but I despise – no actually I di-spise – wrapping them. Mostly because I appreciate a nice wrapping job so effing much and I am just so bad at it. My newest obsesh is with re-usable wrapping cloths. This gorgoeus Kelly Wearstler-y number from The Souvenir Society would make any special book an even more thoughtful gift. Imagine: a first edition find for your intellectual father or a chic coffee table tome for your stylish bestie. Either one is looking lovely when swathed in a kelly green 80s-looking scarf. And finally. I will leave you with words from my youth: Rhymes so loud and proud you hear it, it’s Christmas time and we’ve got the spirit.