St. Patty’s Day. It’s one of Beantown’s sloppiest and most glorious holidays, right on par with Marathon Monday. The former involves getting shitfaced and watching a parade; the latter, getting shitfaced and watching people run. Both are magnificent, since all Bostonians take great pleasure in daydrinking. (We’re Irish–it’s like, our culture!) But, St. Patty’s sometimes

Intermix (186 Newbury): Boston’s A-list worships this haven of splurge-worthy garb, which is precisely why it’s currently doubling in size by expanding into the former Aldo Accessories. It’s impossible not to obsess over the selection of Missoni crochet-knit headbands, which are perfect for taming stray hairs in style while simultaneously protecting your highlights from the

This is majorly disappointing, and it truly breaks my heart to report it–but Restoration Hardware’s grand opening party was a dud of epic proportions, and seriously blew. The potential for an incredibly glamorous affair was there, but Resto completely missed the mark by inviting about 3000 people too many. The goal of the night was

When football season hits Boston, throngs of pathetic girls emerge from the woodwork on command, and my eyes immediately start to roll. You know the type. They wear tiny Patriots shirts and three pounds of makeup. As they stare vapidly at the game, it’s clear that they have no understanding of it and even less

Lately, Back Bay’s historic charm seems to be . . . well, history, taking a backseat to the modern allure of the emerging Innovation District, aka the Seaport. This area is undergoing as many transformations as a contestant on The Swan (why oh WHY was that show cancelled??), and so far the results are just

There are a few things that immediately become clear after one moves to Boston. One, for example, is that between April and October, your plans for the evening are ruled by whether or not the Red Sox are playing at home. And, if they are, you really might be better off staying in. Perhaps even

One of the most complex and compelling relationships in a girl’s life is the one she has with cocktails. The female drinking journey is ever-evolving and consists of many strange, very unpleasant phases. My first nightcap ever was a water bottle filled with stolen Triple Sec. It was sickening, and disaster ensued. Following this was

You know that girl who just moved here from NYC and is constantly pointing out all the ways in which Boston is not yet up to par? Mine’s been yapping about “dry bars” for a good year, so I thought I was accustomed to the concept: a dry bar is a salon that offers only

Whether or not you’re aware of it, you know Mario Testino just as well as you know the three men above, and you worship him just as much. He’s a household name when it comes to fashion photography, having captured everyone from the preceding heartthrobs to Princess Diana to Lindsay Lohan, for Vogue, Vanity Fair,

It is a truth universally acknowledged that all women hate pants. We just do. We can’t help it–perhaps we’re genetically predisposed. We wear them of course–in every color from white to neon, in every fabric from leather to corduroy, and in every cut from skinny to boyfriend. In them, might I add, we look very