I wasn't born here, actually didn't arrive on the preppy shores of Connecticut until my mid-teens, so when it comes to the holidays, Thanksgiving is neither here nor there for me.
Read MoreI’m a Swede, but one of my favorite Scandi words is the Danish one, “hygge." It roughly translates to “taking pleasure from the presence of gentle, soothing things.". If that’s not your bag, then we can’t be friends. Have a little hygge on this mellow day; here’s how I’m doing it.
Read MoreFact: It takes 21 days to form a new habit. When it comes to skincare I fall into the "minimum effort maximum results" category, which is sadly a category that doesn't really exist. Like all things, good skin (unless you're freakishly genetically blessed like Beyonce or, personal fave, Julianne Moore) takes a bit of effort and it's about time I put some elbow grease in!
Read MoreOne of the oddest observations for me when I moved to LA in the mid-90’s, was how many in the Mexican-American community were totally bonkers for Morrissey. At first, I couldn’t think of what connection a kid from Montebello could possibly have with a (now) middle-aged man from Manchester, but as always, angst, alienation, unrequited love and an appreciation of beautiful words are universal.
Read MoreI’m a Swede who lives in the Silver Lake part of Los Angeles. I like my design functional with oodles of color, never met a pompom I didn’t like, could quite happily road-test lipgloss for the rest of my life and am on the constant search for the perfect T-shirt. I was a magazine editor for 15 years, wrote a bunch of books that gave teen girls more beauty tips than they’ll ever need and owned a design store…not all at the same time.
Current obsessions: Chola-girl eyeliner, Clare V. french T-shirts, leaving chia seeds in plain yogurt overnight so it turns into pudding and the CVT soft serve ice cream truck. This will change, I can be fickle.
