Loft faux fur coat, Zara jeans, Sam Edelman backless loafers, Quay sunglasses


Locanda Verde brunch


Louis Vuitton has a dope exhibition going on right now in Tribeca. “Volez, Voguez, Voyagez” pays tribute to 163 years of classic luxury and features everything from decadent gowns to old time luggage. I had originally planned on getting up at 8am that day, expecting the usual NYC wait of 1-3 hours for anything with an expiration date, but I luckily saw a coworker’s Instastory of the exhibition the night before and asked her how long she stood in line. I was a little shocked when she said there was no line and she walked right in, but I guess I went during the onset of the holiday season when most New Yorkers flee the city.

We ate at Locanda Verde beforehand and my boyfriend got shrimp and grits while I ordered lemon ricotta pancakes. My appetite was really low that entire week and I was praying that it was the result of going off birth control. But nope. It’s back and in full force just in time for Christmas. Thank you world for blessing me with the appetite of a bear before hibernation.


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My boyfriend turned 26 this past week and I planned an entire day of activities to celebrate. Our last event was a fantastic dinner at Amelie in West Village. We consumed a whole bottle of Cabernet, plus rich dishes like coq au vin, buttery escargot and steak frites. French food never disappoints.

I rarely drink anymore so of course the next day, I dragged myself out of bed at noon for an 11:30am brunch reservation at Cafe Altro Paradiso. Oops. We had their famed Wagyu burger (worth it) and cacio e pepe that turned out to be gnocchi instead of the classic spaghetti (not worth it). While taking photos of the restaurant, the maître d’ told me clients may not want their picture taken, to which I responded, “Can I just take one more?” #anythingfortheblog We stopped by Tibi afterwards and I drooled over their current collection. Also white walls and gold accents have always been my thing.

By the way, the city is dreadfully cold right now. I’m glad I live in a climate where fall and spring last approximately four days every year. New York, I love you.



For Valentine’s Day, Dan and I treated ourselves to a couples massage package at the Guerlain Spa at the Waldorf Astoria. We arrived to the 19th floor of the illustrious hotel, where the elevators opened up to ornate gold wallpaper and elegant hanging crystals. One spa attendant stowed away our coats and bags while another treated us to hot tea and fresh juice. Shortly after, two masseuses took us to our private massage room where we were welcomed with a bottle of champagne and Godiva truffles. The whole experience basically made me feel like a real life Blair Waldorf.





We agreed on a Swedish massage, which I like to call the Goldilocks of massages: not too firm but not too gentle. After our 50 minutes of heaven, we were allowed 20 minutes to relax in our personal steam room and shower. I even got to spritz on some signature Guerlain perfume before leaving.

So was it worth the steep price tag (over $500 with tax and tip)? I would compare it to dining at a 3 Michelin Star restaurant. It’s great to experience that kind of luxury and over-the-top service once in a while and you’re extremely lucky if you can do it on a regular basis. But that doesn’t mean you can’t find a great massage in New York for a lot cheaper. Sure, that corner place offering $60 for 60 minute massages might not afford you chocolates, champagne and your own steam room, but hell, I say sneak in a box of Godivas, down a few glasses of champagne at dinner beforehand and jump into your own bathroom tub when you get home if you still want to experience a little bit of hedonism. Then take all that money you saved and spend it on a pair of Jimmy Choos ;)