Dec15

This Weekend, You Should …

Let’s pretend you’ve finished all your holiday shopping. Let’s also pretend you put those packages in the mail. Now that you’ve crossed all that off your list, this is what you should be doing this weekend. Plus, here are the promised deets on the Daily Candy time block for those crazy nails I got this weekend. The event, Dzine’s Imperial Nails Presented by Perrier at The Standard Spa, is setting aside a block of time on Sat. & Sun., 2-6 p.m. There are five spots reserved each day for DailyCandy readers. Email imperialnails@standardhotel.com with DailyCandy in the subject line for an appt. Do it, now.

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Dec11

Nailed

Chances are, my one nail is waaaay cooler than your 10. After coveting a girl at Soho’s nail, I found my way to The Standard to get my own fingertip conversation piece from Dzine’s Imperial Nails Presented by Perrier at The Standard Spa. The nail art comes courtesy of DZine. It’s a lingering Basel event, an art installation built around nails. Be still my beating heart. The Chicago-based artist transformed a room at the Standard into a copy of his childhood living room, where his mom ran a bootleg nail salon. With ugly brown carpet, plastic runner rugs, a TV in a wooden cabinet on the floor and plants hanging in ’70s rope baskets, it felt a lot like a living room from my own childhood. Inside, the gals from Tippie Toes shared the scoop on Dzine’s works of art. His book, “Nailed,” came about after a research trip to…Read More

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Dec10

Me (featuring B.O.B)

Bob. For any of you who have never cut your hair off to two-inches long all over your entire head and then tried to grow it back out, this is going to seem like the most pointless post in the world. For those of you who have lived through trying to grow hair over your ears (while not hidden beneath a bandana the entire time), you can feel my joy. You might even pour yourself a glass and toast my accomplishment. You’ve been there. You know the pain. And you have a hat collection to prove it. So, right here in this very pic is photographic evidence that I have a bob. A bob! The back finally caught up with the front. Nine months down and the hair is finally equal! Cheers to cohesive hair lengths! Only a million more months until it gets past my shoulders. (Mental note, will…Read More

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Dec09

Ring Ring

I’m LIVing. Tonight’s adventures led me to LIV for the Verizon Droid Razr party put on by my friends at Miami mag. Always love bumping into the adorbs Joseph Quinones. In tow, my partner in crime, Erin, and gal pal Courtney. Upon entering the fete, we paused at the step and repeat for a quick snap, which was then texted to us on the new Droid Razr. As a current Droid owner, I was kind of amped to see the new phone. It’s pretty slick. Definitely bigger than my Evo, but about three times thinner. More screen is never a bad thing. And get this, the back is made of Kevlar. Bulletproof. The front also has a super scratch guard for all the fun accidental fumbling you do with your phone. Quick, make a teeth-clenching “dropped your phone” face. Now know you won’t have to make that again. Think of…Read More

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Dec07

Tada!

Here it is: 120% Lino. My first piece for Daily Candy. Excited? Yup!

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Dec04

The Recap

With Tatijana Shoan of “As If Magazine” and Erin Chainani (that last one was snapped by Patrick McMullan himself). Six days. Five nights. Twenty-two total hours of sleep. Four little black dresses. One vintage jumpsuit. Three opening nights. One concert. Five art fairs. Nine parties. One yoga class. Four blowouts. One manicure (way to go, Mercy!), Two dinners. Four days of not checking my e-mail. Three new friends. One long-lost friend. Two face-to-face run-ins with actual celebs. One bag of candy, seaside. Three pieces of art I can’t get out of my head. And zero parking tickets. I did Art Basel 2011. And it was (for the most part) all good.

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Dec04

Surviving Basel: Days 5 & 6

Missoni Summer 2012 preview. Pretend it’s an artsy shot (as opposed to a bad camera phone pic). Coming into the home stretch, I’ve landed at day five. And with it comes fashion. Last year, I attended the “Vogue”/YSL fete at Loren Ridinger’s casa. This year, it was all about Missoni. Courtesy of “Vogue,” the property was swollen with the fabulous set. As expected, Louboutin-wearing champagne sippers were the majority, but I did see a few things that caught me off guard: like a guy in clear, plastic pants. And just past him, racks of Missoni for perusing. The fashion show around the pool featured bold and beautiful prints from the Italian house with maroons, browns, yellows and blues as the dominant color patterns. A dramatically ruffled black-and-white bikini stole the show, while the thick, zig-zagged heels adorned with flowers on the toes gave those of us with a shoe fetish…Read More

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Dec03

Surviving Basel: Day 4

I’m pretty sure yesterday was Friday, but at 17 hours of sleep in four days, it’s all starting to meld together into a big Basel blur. In the event it was Friday, this is what I did, according to the pics on my phone. I’ll let the images speak for themselves with the help of captions. (Yes, that’s a total copout. I’m tried. Leave me alone.) Blo Midtown’s media opening. The actual opening is today. Go, you know all this whipping wind means you need to get your hair did. The blow out bar is adorable and probably the greatest concept to date: 30 minutes, $35. Me and kiddo with my new ‘do. The gifting suite at the tent at Soho was a treasure trove and a great escape from Basel madness. The jeans from Prps fit amazing … which ringed true for everyone who tried them on. What other…Read More

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Dec02

Surviving Basel: Day 3

Me, from the other night, playing a tune on one of the Pop Up Pianos piano. After four hours of sleep (eight total in two days), I got up and went to YogArt. At first, this seemed like the world’s worst idea (read: complete Basel hangover). Why, oh, why, would I buy a ticket to something at 9 a.m. when I knew full well I wasn’t going to bed until 3? But, it turned out to be just what I needed. An hour of music and stretching in the brisk Miami morning actually woke me up from the haze. And a big thanks to Price for the Advil (aka, the best gift you can give someone the morning after a Basel night out). Scene of the crime at YogArt. That’s me back there, somewhere. And as a fully functional awake person, I decided to keep up this non-Vampire tradition, and…Read More

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