I got the pool, she got the pool-man.

Adam Kesher (aka cutie Jason Theroux) wore a vintage pair of vintage black French frames with thick temples and clear lenses in Mulholland Dr. that I have lusted after like I lust after my fav pair of Moscot's. So how excited am I that world's have collided and Moscot has started selling these limited edition frames, aptly called the Theroux. Now, do I go with black or blonde? Decisions, decisions...

Oubliez ceci. Donnez-moi Paris.

Clockwise: Bonjour shirt via two string jane; hosiery via Kate Spade; fabulous oversized poppy via Emersonmade; straw fedora via Chrissy Callan

Wowee zowee.

The line-up for Coachella was announced yesterday. Sometimes I wish I was a few years younger and could somehow justify sleeping in a (most likely) rain-soaked field for three days just so I could see Pavement perform together again. But the fact that I remember them playing together before they broke up is just further proof that I am too old. I'm sorry, boys.
We forgive you.

Day at the museum.

Day off from work means a day at the Met. I keep forgetting that this place is just a five minute subway ride from home; it's shameful. I should be spending every waking hour there, especially since I'll never have enough hours in the day to see everything.








Did I mention they have cocktails?

There's something about New York in January...

...that makes you feel like life is hibernating and you two are the only ones still out exploring in the cold.

good omen.

The first gift of the new year: this pomegranate from our friendly old Korean grocer, who gave it to Tom and I last night with the promise of good luck and "as many babies as there are seeds."


Delicious? Yes. Prophetic? I hope not.