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Reap What You So-Mi

If you had a dime for every time you spied a dress and cried, “That’s so her,” you’d have a buck twenty. (Being thoughtful pays bunk.)

Try a boutique that’s so you. So-Mi, actually.

The newly opened shop feels like ...

Violets Lead to More Violets

“This spring Miami will turn a fashion corner. We’ll see understated colors and low-key looks,” reports trendologist Anita Klue.

Klue, who graduated pseudo cum laude from The University of Springfield, claims, “Color is dead.”

DailyCandy editors confronted Klue outside her ...

Witchy Woman

Annual Wiccan Convocation — Agenda

  1. Call to order
    1. Ceremonial dance around fire
    2. Assorted ominous chants
  2. Voodoo workshop
    1. Presidential candidates — tactics
    2. When is enough enough?
  3. Attire — Updating Your Look for this Century
    1. Chrishabana’s latest jewelry line
      1. Seventeenth-century superstition ...

There’s Always Room for Pudding

Most college care packages overflow with candy, cookies, and cash.

Not yours.

Abuela sent Styrofoam coolers brimming with croquettes, Cuban sandwiches, and arroz con leche.

Now that the deliveries have stopped, quell your homesickness at the recently opened Rice Cream ...

Earthcakes Are Easy

Your strict vegetarian sister is ashamed of her fish-eating boyfriend. Your meat-and-potatoes roommate rolls her eyes at your quinoa pilaf.

Can’t we all just get along?

Offer up an olive branch with Kearen Gattenio’s vegan cupcakes. Made without eggs or ...

Red Light, Green Light

In the name of love. To smell the roses. In the midst of an intense game of freeze tag.

Sometimes you gotta stop.

Like at Red Light, chef Kris Wessel’s (Mark’s Place, Paninoteca) new restaurant. As of tomorrow, the bar ...

Word on the Street

Your ex has the herp. Your sis was an accident. Your co-worker’s rack is fake.

You love a good rumor.

Here’s one to sink your teeth into: Rumeur Boutique in up-and-coming Miami Shores.

The cozy new digs are filled with ...

A Three-Hour Pour

Sure, Gilligan preferred Mary Ann, but you thought she was a priss. (“Oh, look at me. I wear pigtails and gingham.” Yuck.)

You’d rather be stranded with sassy Ginger anyday.

We’ll drink to that — with a Ginger Passion martini. ...