Tomboys of New York, listen up: It’s time to embrace your inner girly-girl! Pack up those Chuck Taylors and trash those worn-til-they’ve-torn denim cut-off’s. No more vintage (euphemism for ratty) tees and PUH-LEASE ditch your no-makeup-needed attitude once and for all – a little mascara never hurt…in fact, it could help! Take it from a <... >
Other than someone jumping into the ocean and finding the diamond that old lady threw over the Titanic for the sole purpose of presenting it to you personally, how could it get any better than Shop Well with You. Celebrate cancer survivorship with designers like Chaiken, Nanette Lepore & Donna Karan. Click here for more <... >
Gwen Stefani might call herself a Hirojuki Girl with her Love.Angel.Music.Baby, but I am the real deal – having spent my last Saturday night at underground Sake bar sensation Decibel. I’ve been there only a few times. It’s one of those places I remember but for a fleeting moment, only to have an instantaneous amnesia <... >
It’s raining babies! I have never had to take cover from such a rampant season of showers (for which I might have to buy a larger umbrella). Friends near and far are announcing the arrival of their soon-to-come bundles of joy, and there is a plethora of pastel pink and powder blue note cards with <... >
Moviegoers are invited to participate in the Food Bank For New York City’s third annual CANS Film Festival, running throughout the month of May with film-oriented events around New York City. During this month-long event, New Yorkers can give back to their community by showing their support at film-oriented special events, select video retailers, and <... >
I guess this week, I’ve gotta real passion for fashion…cause your own personal Joan Rivers here has spent more time walking the red-carpet streets of Manhattan and I’ve got this epiphany to share: My love affair with the stiletto has ended. It’s been an abusive relationship I’ve endured for way too long. There have been <... >
If I see one more “Everyone Loves A (fill in the blank with pertinent ethnicity/religion/hometown) Girl” tee-shirt, I’m going to have to hand out citations on behalf of the Fashion Police. What was at first an amusing trend has gotten to be such a ubiquitous statement to boast on your clothing, that like the way <... >
I’m a beauty cheapskate, and a shameless one at that. I just don’t recognize the difference between a $200 hair cut at a fancy-pants salon and the girl who snips my locks to my liking for $20 at the Supercuts down the street. Same policy for my bi-monthly manis and pedis. I go to my <... >
So I partied in the East Village this weekend. “Yes,” you’re saying/sighing, “You and every other night owl in Manhattan barhopped around Alphabet City on Saturday night. Big deal.” BUT, it is a big deal since I a) rarely go out anymore and b) when I do, it’s certainly to a more age-appropriate neighborhood aka <... >
It’s 12 o’clock…do you know where your beautiful skin is? I certainly didn’t until paying a recent trip to the Erno Laszlo facialist inside of the lower-level bustling beauty emporium of Bergdorf’s. What’s the antithesis of peaches and cream? How about red and irritated and even more desperate than those housewives on Wysteria Lane for <... >
We made it through a ten-day stretch of ominous skies, lightening, thunder and enough rain to make us consider building our own ark, Noah-style. The sun was nowhere to be found, not even a glimpse of golden rays to give us hope that the Armageddon was not abound…In light of the inclement weather, the Cherry <... >
It seems like these days, to get invited to a fashion show, your name has to be P. Diddy, Ashton or Paris. The non-gentry set gets a glimpse of the seasons hottest runway fashions by perusing the pages of magazines such as Vogue and Elle. While this does enable one to get an idea of <... >
(To become a regular series, so get that printer fired up and place HH prominently on refrigerator, cover up your nephews homemade b-day card if you have to….) My secret source to the sexiest lingerie this side of the Atlantic? Daffy’s. It is a little-known fact that they import tons of sizzling hot French labels <... >
I should have been a dentist with my proclivity towards people with fresh breath, white teeth and a great smile. But I couldn’t imagine hacking four years of dental school, hence I pursued other avenues of interest that didn’t require a masters degree. Still, I’m an ardent fan of good oral hygiene and pride myself <... >
It’s Monday, 1PM, and you just finished that fiscal earnings summary for your boss. Phew! At 3PM sharp, you’re scheduled to head up a major boardroom meeting with a client in from overseas and you are seriously considering canceling that lunchtime facial despite how desperately you need it. From late nights at the office to <... >
I’m a Cali girl and proud of my west coast roots. People from the Golden State just have a certain je ne sais quoi (or are those Parisians? Whatever.) and rarely have I crossed paths with a fellow Californian that I didn’t like. While I’ve adapted well to my current life in the Big Apple, <... >
I have found a new perfect martini at the dimly lit Vig Bar. Judging a book by its cover, I ordered The Apricot Millionaire purely on name alone, so that fact that it was delicious going down was icing on my cocktail of a cake. After the guy from San Diego treated me to a <... >
If you’re hooked on your thrice-a-week Daily Dose column like a carb-fiend is on bagels, you’re about to get a bakery’s worth of bread, so get that stomach ready to digest… This oughta hold you over for the weekend: We love Freebies Calling all vegetarians, animal lovers and freebie fans! A favorite celebrity bath line, <... >
I always wanted one of those fictional boyfriends (meaning I don’t believe they exist) who loved to give me a foot rub at the end of a long, hard day. In my wild imagination, this was the same Mr.Perfect who would routinely send me flowers on my birthday, for Valentines Day and some days, just <... >
