note: apologies for any and all spelling errors. spellcheck and i are at blogwar. xo.
when you work at a store owned by a famous stylist celebrity clientele are pretty much a given. but i don’t freak …
don’t let the facade fool you; i’m a long island jew. but the first time i came to new york city (that i can remember… somewhere in the age of “4″) i fell in love. …
every now and again i need to re-up my beauty game. shock of all shocks, i don’t wake up with a faceful of glitter (most of the time…) and my hair isn’t naturally toxic orange.
backstory: …
a very quick post before i give you a run down of what’s been up. here’s an outtake of an impromptu press-photo-shoot i did with my neighbour at my apartment. my hair had already been …
which sucks, because i’m blogging for fatlace. it’s 1.30 in NYC and i just finished making a pair of blinged out shades for a private clinet. clearly i need to re-up my word game. yoshi, your friend and …
