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And of course, the incomparable Rayanne Graff. How cool was this girl? I'm trying to remember if she wore knee-high Doc Martens and even if she didn't I'm pretty sure she would have.

The Ultimate

Now I'm having a 90's teenage moment. How beautiful was he? My first crush, laying the groundwork for many spurned simple, nice guys from good families to come.

Sass

As an awkward, angst-ridden teenager in the 90's, I was weaned on a steady diet of River Pheonix, Pearl Jam, "My So-Called Life" and Sassy magazine. Lots of peeps love Sassy and still talk about it, years and years since it went the way of most original, thought-provoking things (much like River and "My So-Called Life," come to think of it). So. It's interesting to hear that Jane Pratt, matron saint of Sassy and one of the main reasons I weasled my way into the magazine industry, is teaming up with this precocious, outsidery Tavi chick of stylerookie.com to start a Sassy-inspired magazine. I will of course be one of the first people to pick it up and see how they manage to reinvent the wheel. I hope others do too.

Villa Pacri

One of the seven people who reads this blog regularly is a dear friend of mine whose father happens to own a home in St. Barths. She's not only legit one of the coolest, smartest, most level-headed people I know, she's also the reason I get to go St. Barths every couple of years and stay in a crazy amazing house. Time to pinch myself. Anyway, when I heard this newish meatpacking venue Villa Pacri was the NYC rendition of a St. Barths restaurant, I had to go, because I love myself some SB (for the record, I have never been during P. Diddy "high" season and don't plan on it...it can be charming and low key and wonderful minus the hoopla). I sat at the bar, drank some champagne and munched on yummy bruschetta. The crowd was Euro but isn't that how we like it? I'll def go back. Not to mention, there's a sweet loungey spot below ground level. Something for everyone.

Sparkle

Had to show the skirt. Adorbs, no? ($49.50, gap.com). Wear it to work and act all nonchalant about it.

Pantsing

In case you haven't noticed, Gap is stepping it up a notch. I own several styles from their premium pant collection and the "boy fit" is my favorite by far. The leg is a bit tapered and they manage to look both fashiony and flattering, which is quite the feat. The above "tuxedo stripe" version of the boy fit is new ($69.50, gap.com) and I'm loving it. There's also a new sequin skirt that's worth snatching up asap.

Love Letter

God I love Pink. And her new single "Raise Your Glass" is awesome. There are two kinds of people in this world, those who do as they're told, as they "should" and those who ask questions and take a different route. Or even go as far as to forge their own path. Pink is definitely the latter.

Le Cinema

I have a love/hate relationship with the French. They are an exasperating and haughty and slippery people, but they are also infinitely cooler and more stylish and more charming than I'll ever be. Have you ever seen a French woman in red lipstick? A French woman wears red lipstick like a model wears clothes. Better than you ever will. And the men, while often a bit wee and--let's face it--devious beyond your wildest dreams, are swoon-worthy. Romain Duris, for one, star of a sorta cute little film I watched last night called "Heartbreaker" and pictured above, is pretty much what you're gonna get if you look up "Frenchman" in the dictionary. Dior Homme suit, mussed up hipster hair, five o'clock shadow. Bad, cigarette-stained teeth that are somehow charming. I was lukewarm on this film. It was a tad bleh and also not even slightly realistic, not that a romantic comedy should be, but come on. Give us some credit is basically what I was thinking the entire time. If anything the jokes were funny because they were French people trying to be funny, referencing random American movies and pop music. There was even a small cameo by what I would imagine the French deem the "typical" American woman, a 6'1" blonde Paris Hilton Amazon in a rainbow Herve Leger. Not meant to really be funny as much as it was meant to say...zee Americans, so big and so dumb. But worth a look, and I hear they're making an American version actually. So hopefully it will feature a cameo of a rail-thin pixie with dirty hair and a perma-frown. Oh snap!