Happy Valentine’s Day or as I call it, “Spoil Choupette and Tell Her How Glamorous She is Day”. You can call it Valentine’s Day for short though. As a feline, I am the prime example of the aloof French woman who is care-free and
Everybody is a somebody. Whether you’re a blogger, a publicist, an editor, a “celebrity”, or a street style poser, there is a sense of entitlement that comes with New York Fashion Week. Unless you’re a Vogue editrix or your Daddy is Karl Lagerfeld, I suggest