Professionally speaking, this week has been an absolute frenzy, but that's kind of the general vibe that's shaping up these days. In other news, yesterday was a banner day for the gift that keeps on giving: fashion magazines from abroad. Neighborhood pal girlynyc returned from surfing in the Canary Islands to bestow French Elle, Vogue Espana (and Complementos) and my personal favorite, Air France Madame, upon yours truly. And then, in response to some magical alignment of the cosmos, Lucille + Tom arrived, as part of their eleven-hour layover between London and San Francisco, with Paris Vogue and Lecturas Moda. Other discoveries in the past few days: 66 has perfect ambiance and the food is extraordinary. And oh yes, even if you only have 30 minutes, and it's 9pm, and you still have to help your boyfriend write the speech he's giving at your alma mater on Thursday, address invitations for a sexy downtown benefit, and answer a million urgent emails, a private yoga session makes it better. That and just one cigarette.
Previously: Ya Lyublu (I Love) Russian Vogue, Mrs. Lauren Edelweiss.
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