Stalkers!

It’s that landscaping thing again.

First it was the raffia grass bag. A New York hotspot named the Park. Astroturf covering the display boxes at Urban Outfitters.

Yes, grass is the plant du jour. The July cover of ...

Preppies Untie!

You have your new L.L. Bean monogrammed tote.

You’ve done a good deed by buying the Polo Pink Pony tee.

The croquet set is in the woodshed.

The Pimm’s Cup is in hand; you’re feeling no pain.

Yet something ...

Princesses and eM.Pea

You just got the pedicure of your life at SkinCareLab. And for the first time in as long as you can remember, you’re not ashamed of your feet.

On to the next dilemma: footwear. Well, calm down. We knew ...

man ray Opens

Look! New York has a new “power lounge”! And the door guy is perched and ready to reject you.

Yes, at long last, man ray, the offshoot of the wildly fabulous Paris spot, is—no, not “open,” silly; it’s “in previews.” ...

Surf's Up

We know you investment-banker types like to get all bad-ass on us.

You’re taking yoga.
You just went shark-hunting with your buddies.
You’re letting it all hang loose in those crazy new flip-flops.

Man, you are fierce!

What ...

Keto Chips

Admit it. You did the no-carb thing and it worked. No bread, no linguini, no fries, no focaccia, no cosmos, no pretzels, no bagels—no, not even a single fat-free Tootsie pop (now, that was painful).

Now you’re terrified of falling ...

Get Out Your Bifocals

Talk about transparent.

A bar/lounge opens. It’s way west—as in not-near-a-subway-west, and they’re working the buzz factor hard. They want to play the DailyCandy game, and insist that we keep the name and address under wraps.

A fragile subject? Fine, ...

Roses Are Red, Are You Blue?

The other day we meet a boy. (Cute, too!) He asks us out, then flakes. Pleading sickness, the flu, and what-have-you. We get the message. (It takes one to know one.)

What ever is a girl to do? Cry a ...