Posts Tagged: Style

Living Off The Wall

  When the world Is on your shoulder Gotta straighten up your act and boogie down If you can’t hang with the feeling Then there ain’t no room for you this part of town ‘Cause we’re the party people night

Living Off The Wall

  When the world Is on your shoulder Gotta straighten up your act and boogie down If you can’t hang with the feeling Then there ain’t no room for you this part of town ‘Cause we’re the party people night

Impression: Stormrise

Impressionism’s Impression on me in the Windy City and this stormy season of my life…

Impression: Stormrise

Impressionism’s Impression on me in the Windy City and this stormy season of my life…

Comfortably Dressed for Greed

When my friend, Travis, offered to take me out for one of most favourite things to do — omakase — at Atlanta’s most talked-about sushi outpost, there was no way I was leaving anything to chance: I had to be prepared; I had to wear something roomy enough to contain my greed.

Comfortably Dressed for Greed

When my friend, Travis, offered to take me out for one of most favourite things to do — omakase — at Atlanta’s most talked-about sushi outpost, there was no way I was leaving anything to chance: I had to be prepared; I had to wear something roomy enough to contain my greed.

Slouching Towards Bethlehem

“Past life”…past lives. Indeed, I have been many beings at different times and sometimes all at once. I have been the impetuous and impatient child; I have been the confident teenager and the surreptitiously diffident adult; I have been that girl who couldn’t run between two goalposts had my very existence depended on it and I have inhabited the life of, as my friend Tom christened it, “the Ghanaian Lara Croft”

Slouching Towards Bethlehem

“Past life”…past lives. Indeed, I have been many beings at different times and sometimes all at once. I have been the impetuous and impatient child; I have been the confident teenager and the surreptitiously diffident adult; I have been that girl who couldn’t run between two goalposts had my very existence depended on it and I have inhabited the life of, as my friend Tom christened it, “the Ghanaian Lara Croft”

Fall for Fashion For a Cause: Jeffrey Atlanta Fashion Cares 2015

Last night, Atlanta’s fashion and philanthropic set descended, in full regalia,  upon Buckhead’s Phipp’s Plaza, home of high-end, fashion-forward boutique, Jeffrey, for this year’s (and the 22nd annual) iteration of Jeffrey Fashion Cares, the charity fashion show organized by Jeffrey

Fall for Fashion For a Cause: Jeffrey Atlanta Fashion Cares 2015

Last night, Atlanta’s fashion and philanthropic set descended, in full regalia,  upon Buckhead’s Phipp’s Plaza, home of high-end, fashion-forward boutique, Jeffrey, for this year’s (and the 22nd annual) iteration of Jeffrey Fashion Cares, the charity fashion show organized by Jeffrey

A Journey Through Southern Morocco

You know what they say: a  journey of a thousand miles begins with a selfie   The penultimate destination on my #30BecomesHerTour may have been the Sahara, but the journey to the arid desert itself was the stuff of which imaginatively

A Journey Through Southern Morocco

You know what they say: a  journey of a thousand miles begins with a selfie   The penultimate destination on my #30BecomesHerTour may have been the Sahara, but the journey to the arid desert itself was the stuff of which imaginatively

Blue Dunes: Sailing the Sahara

They did not strike me as melancholic, the camels. Perhaps aloof, withdrawn, displaying deep lassitude even as they masticated, ceaselessly, their cud. But not melancholic. Before one can wake up to the Sahara, one must first arrive: we did so by camel, Farida and I. Dropped off at the shore of the dunes by our driver Abou, we were met by our camel guide, Hamou, a laconic boy of malt-coloured skin who appeared far too young to be so at home in the wilderness. He was ostensibly as emotionally removed from the wonder as the new humped friends with whom he greeted us.

Blue Dunes: Sailing the Sahara

They did not strike me as melancholic, the camels. Perhaps aloof, withdrawn, displaying deep lassitude even as they masticated, ceaselessly, their cud. But not melancholic. Before one can wake up to the Sahara, one must first arrive: we did so by camel, Farida and I. Dropped off at the shore of the dunes by our driver Abou, we were met by our camel guide, Hamou, a laconic boy of malt-coloured skin who appeared far too young to be so at home in the wilderness. He was ostensibly as emotionally removed from the wonder as the new humped friends with whom he greeted us.

Quintessence of Dust: Waking Up to The Sahara

A morning walk along a high crescent of the Erg Chebbi dunes “…the beauty of the world…and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust?” famously queried the Danish prince in the throes of the existential crisis of existential crises.

Quintessence of Dust: Waking Up to The Sahara

A morning walk along a high crescent of the Erg Chebbi dunes “…the beauty of the world…and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust?” famously queried the Danish prince in the throes of the existential crisis of existential crises.

Le Nozze

Buongiorno from breathtaking Taormina, Sicilia! I have been away from blogging for a time, and will be for a while longer for with sunrises such as that which I am witnessing as I type, I am afraid this clavier shall

Le Nozze

Buongiorno from breathtaking Taormina, Sicilia! I have been away from blogging for a time, and will be for a while longer for with sunrises such as that which I am witnessing as I type, I am afraid this clavier shall

Red Carpet Fashion Flash: 2015 Met Gala Through The Magnifying Glass

Yesterday was Met Monday: the evening on which fashion and its purveyors descend with grand heave and gallant grace upon the Metropolitan Museum of Art, in celebration of the annual style installation at the museum’s Costume Institute. Choosing to ignore – in light of the occasion which called for a commitment to risk – the safe ensembles, here is a round up of the attendees who brought the paradisiac drama and those that dragged us through the gyre of hell itself.

Red Carpet Fashion Flash: 2015 Met Gala Through The Magnifying Glass

Yesterday was Met Monday: the evening on which fashion and its purveyors descend with grand heave and gallant grace upon the Metropolitan Museum of Art, in celebration of the annual style installation at the museum’s Costume Institute. Choosing to ignore – in light of the occasion which called for a commitment to risk – the safe ensembles, here is a round up of the attendees who brought the paradisiac drama and those that dragged us through the gyre of hell itself.