No Teleprompter, No Mercy

Cloudy days, important meetings, rush hour, ice cream…aaaaand phoning it in.

In the neverending battles (i.e. flab) it’s nice to score at least a small victory.

Welcome to Friday. You made it and good for you. By the time you read this, I’ll be in an undisclosed location, clad in some sort of caftan, harassing cabana boys for cocktails and making fantastic decisions under the shade of a cocktail umbrella. It’s all very dispossessed heiress, very chi-chi, very la, la, la. Which [...]