So much has happened this week that I wouldn't know where to begin, so that's where we'll end up, capped with a quartet of photos snapped during a brief interlude at Bobo in the West Village with Laura Lobdell on Monday, before I went to the Players Club for "Black Magic," the dramatic reading of stories from Alethea Black's I Knew You'd Be Lovely, and then last night, the very elegant and gracious home of a Lux Lotus reader with unsurprisingly, the same charms, for a nice soiree and got a hug (two) from a pop star. Much else in between, as ever. Must dash.
I call this look "Hecate." For when I haunt you. Estate Jewels brooch.
My now fizzier champagne ring, from Laura Lobdell. Hers is on the left.
What bourgeois bohemians nibble on while they talk about the Hamptons.
Reminds me of LA, and Fred Segal. Another unexpectedly West Coast-ish space is the James Hotel garden in SoHo, where I lunched last week.
Living the life through LuxLotus; pictures are great!
Posted by: Mish | June 15, 2011 at 05:45 PM