Serious Girl Crush

When I saw this photo above snapped at Fashion Week in Milan, I couldn't resist smirking. For a long time, I've adored Viviana Volpicella and her energetic style and contagious allure. The Milan-based stylist and Contributing Fashion Editor for VOGUE Brazil is without a single doubt, on my list of girl crushes. I would love to share a glass of vino with her, dreaming up European adventures only to scooter off into the night in some fabulous frock. Thanks to Garance Doré, you can get to know Viviana yourself and crush away. Ciao!

Images via Tumblr and VOGUE

Celerie Kemble & The Next Step Realty

While I do think Quest Magazine can be a touch too uppity for my taste at times, I do admire many of their features. In their August issue, they featured The Next Step Realty, a real estate brokerage firm founded by a handsome team of lads operating on a slightly different business model, with the objective of helping recent college graduates find their first apartments in Manhattan. Brilliant, yes? (Bring it to San Francisco, fellas!) In their September issue, Quest debuts a column with The Next Step Realty and the talented Celerie Kemble geared to help guide us twentysomethings as we move to the city and decorate our first apartment. I appreciate the relevancy in this column. For one, finding an apartment in New York and San Francisco is a full time job in itself (mental breakdowns included) and by the time you've rescued your sanity and are ready to decorate, you're lucky if you even have the wherewithal to do so. Am I right, or am I right?

Enjoy the inspiration and in the meantime, who is opening up the west coast The Next Step Realty office with me? Let's make it happen.

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She's a Thing of Beauty...

For those of you that know me well, my passions are pretty simple: topiaries, ice cream and real estate. During a "test-drive" trip in San Francisco prior to my move, it was a walk in the Pacific Heights neighborhood that essentially sealed the deal. The real estate - unreal. (Oh yes, there were/are topiaries too). Now that I live here, a walk in my neighborhood is one of my most favorite activities. It draws this inexplicable sense of inspiration and livelihood that feeds my soul. I wish I had the "before" photo of this property (above) to truly depict the transformation this gal has endured. The photos were snapped during one of my evening walks last week, as 2400 Vallejo has had my eye for quite some time. Between the white cedar shingles, plum trim and craftsman style garage doors, the Historic 1905 Albert Farr house might as well preside over a bluff on Nantucket sound. I was a bit surprised to learn that this 6,293 sq ft residence is indeed a single family home - it is a lot of house. Perhaps that is what agrees with me - her quirky floorplan yet stately presence. I like that the owner kept the original details of the front entry way in tact, however I wish the brick tiles were replaced with something a bit more polished or perhaps updated the hardware on the front door. The home is currently on the market with an asking price of $5.2M. View the listing here.

Her neighbor, 2440 Vallejo is currently undergoing a little nip/tuck of her own. See the "before" below. I'll be sure to follow up with the end product.

An Intangible Mist of Bloom...

"Following a walk marked by an intangible mist of bloom that followed the white border stones she came to a space overlooking the sea where there were lanterns asleep in the fig trees and a big table and wicker chairs and a great market umbrella from Sienna, all gathered about an enormous pine, the biggest tree in the garden. She paused there for a moment, looking absently at a growth of nasturtiums and iris tangled at its foot, as though sprung from a careless handful of seeds, listening to the plaints and accusations of some nursery squabble in the house. When this died away on the summer air, she walked on, between kaleidoscopic peonies massed in pink clouds, black and brown tulips and fragile mauve-stemmed roses, transparent like sugar flowers in a confectioner's window—until, as if the scherzo of color could reach no further intensity, it broke off suddenly in mid-air, and moist steps went down to a level five feet below." — an excerpt from Tender Is the Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald