Summer à la Bruce Weber

Bruce Weber is one of my favorite photographers. It has been said that he is to fashion what Ernest Hemingway is to the literary world. Perhaps it's his hailing as "photographer of erotica" that strikes such a cord with me. His work is vulnerable and emotionally captivating, visually explicit, yet tasteful, youthful and contemporary. In the spirit of summer, I leave you with a collection of some of his work.

The Latest from Sotheby's: Like a Rolling Stone

Tomorrow, Sotheby's presents an auction titled "A Rock & Roll History: Presley to Punk" at 10:00 EDT in New York. The auction includes several pieces that tell a story of the culturally symbolic rock & roll story and the infamous characters that shaped such story. Among the objects, an autographed manuscript of the first verse of "Dreaming", signed by Debbie Harry of Blondie in 1980 (above). Its estimated worth is between $700-900 (lot # 22). Not doing it for you? Try the 1965 Bob Dylan autographed manuscript, "Like a Rolling Stone" estimated between $1,000,000 - 2,000,000 (lot #146). Happy bidding!  

Girl Crush 2.0

Daughter of Caroline, Princess of Monaco, Charlotte Casiraghi is top on my list of girl crushes. The breathtaking brunette is an avid equestrian (perpetually clad in custom Gucci riding ensembles), new mother and International Best-Dressed beauty, who happens to also proactively utilize her intellect. In 2009, Charlotte colaunched EVER Manifesto, a sustainability think tank and publication. The company aims to educate and inspire fashion and design retailers to make environmentally sustainable choices, pointing to innovations in materials and manufacturing that can furnish ethical outcomes. She is (admirably) known for intentionally staying out of the spotlight, despite being muse to many high fashion designers and having royal blood. The girl is the whole package...

Yearning for Yosemite

Architectural Digest editors selected a handful of hotels they consider some of the most idyllic in the United States. I must say, most didn't exactly wow me, (although it was nice to see the Ocean House at home get some adoration), but I did stop and smile when I came across the Ahwahnee. During my freshman year of high school, my Father took me on a cross-country Father-Daughter trip to Yosemite National Park, Carmel and San Francisco. Despite still having some awkward photos to reflect on, the adventure felt like a very distant memory until now. I distinctly remember my Mother's furry when it was revealed I drove the rental car across the state sans driver's license. I recall staying at the Ahwahnee with my Father and walking through every wing of the hotel soaking up every ounce of historic haven offered. I'd love to return to Yosemite one day. For now, this will do.