If you check out my personal style posts, you'll notice a little something that pops up over and over (and over), and that something is this:

Reading my site is like playing Ugly Old Elastic Where's Waldo.

I've gotten better at remembering to take my hairtie off my wrist mostly because at this point I've been reminded by so many photographers and stylists that a black piece of plastic with a big fluff of blonde hair knotted around it is not particularly pretty in photos, but still: wouldn't it be nice if your hair elastic could arguably pass for jewelry, while still looking clean and minimalist when it's being used for its primary purpose?

Best Dressed: Emma Stone in Lanvin; Angelina Jolie in Atelier Versace. Both just a little bit odd; both close to perfect (although I don't love the sleeves on Emma's dress or the hem on Angelina's, the amazing slashes of color on both gowns make them unforgettable).

Honorable Mention: Dianna Agron in Giles, who gets an A for Effort. I don't really like the dress, but I do really like that she's a relative newcomer and nevertheless refuses to play it safe.

My friend Stephen (whom you might remember as the guy who taught me this awesome lampshade refurbish trick using graphic wallpaper fragments) just gave me the heads-up that craftsman-with-a-cult-following John Derian is launching an exclusive sale of framed prints inspired by 18th-century French wallpaper patterns on One Kings Lane today. Gorgeous stuff starting at just $99.

The sale launches at 11AM EST, and goes for 72 hours. Check it out here.

When I was fifteen years old, my four best friends and I spent a week at my friend's parents' place in Vermont. They had a porch enclosed with screens, and on it was a hanging bed - really just a piece of wood suspended from the ceiling by four chains and piled up with sleeping bags and comforters. We took turns sleeping on that bed, and on the night that it was my turn, I asked my friend what was so special about it, why everyone fought over who got to stay there. "You'll see," she said.

And in the very early morning, while everyone else was still asleep, I woke to pale sunlight streaming across the lake through a thick cloud of mist. I burrowed down into the blankets, and watched as the lake grew brighter and the birds began to stir. It was one of the most peaceful moments of my life.

The place we’re looking at has no lake, but it does have an enclosed porch, and a distant view of the Hudson River. I'm not counting any chickens, but I'm just saying...

it'd be nice to get back there.