In 1996, we moved to the sceptr'ed isle. Piero flew over first and started looking for places immediately. One night he called to tell m...

Williamsburg, Brooklyn, 1991 My friend Brad knew two sisters in Brooklyn who were looking for a roommate. "They're English," h...

Going somewhere? This wash bag makes a stylish companion, whether you're venturing across the ocean or just across town for a sexy sleep...

Manhattan, 1989 My very first apartment was in a huge renovated warehouse on Horatio Street in the West Village. I had been offered a copywr...

After sewing for six hours on Saturday, I woke up Sunday morning craving sunshine, fresh air and a focal point that wasn't six inches in...

When is a classic white shirt more than a classic white shirt? When it dates from the 19th century, evokes the rustic/sexy sensibility of bo...

( Mail byrnie , c. 12th century, Museum of Bayeux) I have a long-standing fixation with medieval armor. Chain mail, to be specific. It's...

On Saturday, the torrential rains finally stopped...and I'm not altogether happy about it. (Sunset over Hollywood, 1/22/10) For six days...

To my great delight, I've been asked to do another guest stint for W Magazine . The first post is up today and subsequent ones will run ...

My name is Lisa and I think I'm an auctionaholic . Stage One: Exposure It began last October when I met my friends Sherri and Kathy at ...