An appreciation and understanding for the hard working business side that goes into getting the designers’ collections into the stores.
I admit I often do, just not while the clients are with me.
Real couture (hand-stitched garments), and Japanese designers who embrace raw edges and unique fabrics.
Back in the day, high-quality cashmere that would never pill, and was so soft you never wanted to take it off.
Sass & Bide’s Fall 2005 collection at New York Fashion Week. Their mix of sequins was just the right amount to stand out without being over the top.
Hammered metal earrings
My 17″ cotton Pucci hair scarves (silk slips out of my hair). I’m lost without them come summer humidity, plus the eclectic colors and patterns are fun as I never wear prints anywhere else, unless it’s a maxi dress.
All shades of grey (from heather to charcoal). All shades of brown come in second (from camel to chocolate).
Huge yet light, made of leather that’s soft as butter and distressed, with tons of pockets so I can be organized.
My tissue-thin chocolate brown velvet duster coat. It’s a one-of-a-kind made by Michele Lamy (Rick Owen’s wife) from when I was a sales rep for her collection.
Fashion Week in Spain with my husband. Although 35 shows in 3 days wasn’t easy.
NYC & Tokyo.
Funny Face, Devil Wears Prada and September Issue.
“Prints are personal” and “fashion is my passion”.
The fewer taxis you take in life, the more shoes you can own.
Not enough. Did I just say that out loud?
My Art Deco antique engagement ring.
Heels (apparently being 5’10” (1.78m) isn’t tall enough).
No, I buy for the style and quality of workmanship.
Sometimes. I enjoy when they keep me intrigued with updates I won’t see everywhere else.
Jeans (ripped, preferably).