Our barbara's day Diaries
You guys. Get this: My mom is named Barbara, Erica's mom is named Barbara, and Keely, our Girl Friday, also has a mom named Barbara (who charmed us so hard when we met her at a party that we had no choice but to hire her daughter). So, in honor of these ridiculously amazing and supportive women, we're renaming Mother's Day to Barbara's Day...and, to celebrate, we're giving you free domestic ground shipping through Sunday with the code BARBARASDAY. So don't let your Barbara down. —claire
+ Cracking up over Richard Prince’s new piece: an amalgamation of Jerry Seinfeld’s 57 fictional girlfriends. To be released in an edition of 57, obviously.
+ Getting even more bummed about missing Jazz Fest, thanks to Vogue.com’s predictably gorgeous guide to New Orleans.
+ Celebrating Cinco de Mayo with a kick-ass creamy (yet vegan!) tortilla soup from Love and Lemons.
+ Looking for any excuse I can get to drink rosé and eat cheese at the bar of Andrew Carmellini’s new NYC spot, Lafayette.
+ Telling everyone I know to snatch up tickets to Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812 —a Baz Luhrmann-esque electro-pop opera based on a section of War and Peace.
+ Spending hours in the bookstore poring over gorgeous and inspiring Victionary books.
+ LOL-ing over this spot-on Lucky Peach cartoon poking fun at all of the fancy-shmance celebrity chefs.
+ Feeling like a mini-Martha for hanging this West Elm ledge planter in my bathroom as extra bottle storage.