Doing it Wrong Singing Along

All of us New Yorkers woke up to yet another flurry of blizzard-like snow this morning, which made leaving the apartment a daunting thing to contemplate. There's almost nothing I hate more than being forced to wear hideously ugly snow boots. Show me the girl who says she feels hot in snow boots, and I'll show you a liar.

The thought of bikinis, bare legs, and open-toed sandals feels like a far-off fantasy right now--which is probably both good and bad. Good because it means I have at least a couple of months to lose a few of these winter pounds and get back down to my fighting weight (nothing crazy, just a pound or two). I've always been a long-distance runner, preferring to do extended, miles-long sessions on the treadmill without stopping. There's something about pushing myself to go further and faster with each run that brings out the competitive side in me. (Yes, I compete with myself. All the time.)

This morning, though, I decided to try something new: 4 minutes walking, 2 minutes at a fast run. Repeat 5x. And you know what? I worked up a serious sweat, probably burned more fat, wasn't stressed out about beating my previous times/distances, and still managed to get over 3 miles in. I highly recommend.

I'm wearing a Rag & Bone coat (the only thing saving my life in this weather), and Louis Vuitton bag. All photos by Mark Iantosca. xo

I Saw the Sky in You

This week, much like the two before it, has been capital-everything CRAZY. Between juggling non-stop meetings, new projects, birthday parties, dinner dates, and work events, I've had to resort to attempted (and failed) meditation and deep-breathing to keep myself calm. I never have been very good at that whole enlightenment thing--the one where you say "om" and suddenly see god and the light and the keys to the universe? Never happens for me. I'd much rather cook. Or shop. Or, you know, start random, pointless arguments with my mother. Sigh.

Something that did relax me a bit? Pulling on this super fuzzy, over-sized Alex Wang sweater over a sparkly brocade skirt and pairing it with a bright red bag that looked like luggage. Basically I went to dinner dressed like a dotty old lady. Sometimes, all you need is some gold and glitz and a slick of cherry red lipstick to make it through one of THOSE weeks.

I'm wearing an Alexander Wang sweater, Derek Lam skirt, Brian Atwood shoes, Louis Vuitton bag, NARS lipstick. All photos by Mark Iantosca. xo