I began writing this the day before the election, assuming I would need to revise and then possibly revise again. Now, as I write, it’s two days after the election. Vote counting continues in several states, including Georgia. The tally appears to be running against the incumbent, who, as promised, will not accept the results. Instead he is spreading conspiracy theories, filing frivolous legal challenges, dividing the nation, and doubling down on his deployment of schoolboy
I assume many of you know that this CEO did not go to Business School, but instead went to Drama School. Two years at Circle in the Square in New York, then another year at Webber Douglas Academy in London, where little or no time was spent on analyzing Profit and Loss Statements, distinguishing between gross profit margin and operating profit margin or assessing market penetration. Instead my days and nights were filled with analysis of Shakespeare’s meter, voice and dialect
A little over a year ago I got an email from one of the rash of online-bra startups. They were in Los Angeles to do a pop-up at a women’s expo, and were looking to borrow a couple of bra-fitters. They had one fitter in-house, they said, and added, in the excitable way of these companies, “we call her our Fit Therapist™ because she makes the experience so special!” In an appended paragraph about the company she informed me (me!) that, thanks to their nascent on-line
It’s weird to think that just a month ago, Sasha and I were slinging sports bras with Anita at the LA Marathon Expo downtown. Life at that point was pretty normal. Sure, we had taken up singing “Good as Hell” while dutifully washing our hands throughout the day, but we also rode the Metro from East Hollywood to the convention center, did dozens of fittings in a pop-up dressing room, and even stopped to split a bottle of wine at the local haunt on our way home. Early March feels like ages
Westside Ring-Mistress Sasha keeps the train on track in her vintage Vera Wang striped sweater. A souvenir of her first job at Nu Look consignment shop in Minneapolis, it’s a shout of happiness over a well-constructed scarlet dress from Banana Republic. Her beat-up Fluvogs are the newest items in the ensemble.
Miss Michelle is hard at work in some sort of French Farm Girl ensemble, all locally sourced in Pasadena. Denim culotte-jumper from Jasleen’s, Hansel from Basel socks from Elisa B, and shoes from Camille’s. Shockingly, her bra is NOT one we carry: its Zephyra from La Perla. Construction not as good as Empreinte or PrimaDonna, but sometimes beauty trumps all!
Our inimitable Miss Jessica is casually intriguing in a little black dress. Bold buckles, square frames, cropped hair softened with Mom’s favorite turquoise earrings. Comfy shoes by Simple support the surprise star of the outfit: ankle-warmers crafted from repurposed fabrics by Jessica herself, back in her time working in the chilly Forever 21 display warehouse.
East Hollywood Queen Bee Sarah builds an elegant rainy day outfit out of one amazing find: a like-new Jenni Kayne coat for $15 at Goodwill. Just throw it over a bunch of black stuff —Uniqlo blouse, Zara skirt, Rite-Aid tights and Target shoes in this case —and let it reign.
