When it comes to the word ‘Polo’ I usually associate it with either The Polo Lounge at The Beverly Hills Hotel, where the McCarthy salad is legendary, with the designer Ralph Lauren or with the gorgeous Argentinian men, who ride like the wind while swinging their clubs. I have always found Polo to be one of the sexiest sports ever. The atmosphere, the skills it takes, the strength, the men and of course the outfits. Moreover I am a big, big fan of horses and I have had my own
I’ve been back in my home in West Hollywood for almost a week now and the weather has been like my mood. Or perhaps, more like any day in my life. All over the place. Sunny, rainy, stormy, tornado-ish, mild and back to sunny again. I don’t have too much to share this morning. I dropped the thought of going to NYC Fashion Week when I heard the weather forecast. A snow blizzard. That feels beyond tired to me so I’m staying put for now. I have 2 movies coming
Wednesday evening and I’m cuddling up at home with good food, wine and my cozy new cashmere sweater. A Christmas Present from my mother. Yes, it does get chilly in LA in spite of what people think. The last few days have mostly been about boring ‘adult’ stuff like answering letters, phone calls and emails, paying bills, cleaning and settling back into my West Hollywood home. But I did have time to do some spontaneous fun with my girls plus I found an amazing new hair stylist, since my usual
I had an absolutely lovely 2 weeks in Copenhagen busting balls working, but also taking time to be with family and friends. Now, back in West Hollywood knowing I’m staying put for more than just 2 or 4 days and it feels good. Yet I sense a restlessness in my gut. After months of traveling and always being on the go settling and rooting can be challenging. So, I’m curious to see how this week plays out and how I react to the sudden ‘stillness’. I have made very few
Fashion Week in Copenhagen kicked off yesterday and in spite of the dreadful, Danish weather fashionistas from all over the World flocked to the neck of my woods to indulge in the fabulous frenzy. This season I spent the first day in an alternative fashion; woke up around 6 am at my dad’s new farm, which is located in one of the islands of Denmark. Needless to say, super secluded, remote and very, very muddy. After morning tea and a beautiful walk on the beach I ventured back to Copenhagen