“And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

On Wednesday I put on construction boots and gear and got to go through a Grade II listed historic building site getting nicely dusted up. Yesterday we put on the event I’d been primary planner on at Somerset House and spent a few hours going around in heels and a LBD entertaining the super wealthy with caviar, champagne, and vodka (the sourcing of which on such short notice has rather consumed my work life for the last week and a half). In other words, the gig continues to be great!

It also continues to be terribly busy so here are your links, quick and dirty!

Pemberley is for sale, team. And it has a bear pit.

Words can’t express how heartily I endorse this.

Well, this is grimm…sorry. I’ll show myself out…

Who knew that C02 could like this artistic?

Ebloa, already a horrifying disease, has another scary component I just learned about this week, a degree of sexual transmission ability. Yikes.

Jeff has found his next cooking project.

Well this is just positively heartwarming. Be sure to read the follow up for extra heart warms.

There’s nothing like living in a fashion capital to make you doubt your style abilities. Bill Cunningham to the rescue.

The struggle is real.

The effort that goes into cheese. Totally worth it.