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Ever since my girl Gwyneth sashayed onto the Grammy stage wearing hot pink, feathered earrings while singing her duet with fine-feathered-friend Cee-Lo Green, I have been longing for some feathered accessories of my own. However, I am extremely picky about jewelry and it took me quite a while to find a designer who created both intriguing designs and also used quality products. See, I have this little pet-peeve, I hate hate hate wearing jewelry that colors my complexion the tinge of gangrene. And while there are literally hundreds of designers creating adequate feathered pieces, I became the most excited to find Joni Marie and her shop, Avalee. Joni’s products are extremely dramatic and made using real 14k gold backings – or silver, or copper depending on your preference. And turns out, not only was I able to find two lovely pairs of feathered earrings but I also made a new friend.
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Krista – whom I loving refer to as KG – and I have been friends for almost two decades. She has always been an extremely driven, hard-working and conscientious woman; she strives for perfection in all that she tackles …
I have always been super envious of people who can draw. I mean I can doodle, and create patterns, and design abstracts – but actual realism in art, I can not do. And people – I can not draw faces. I think that is why I am so drawn to artists who can truly capture a character and make them come to life – like Jessica Durrant can. Case and point:
I hadn’t seen her for years – almost five to be exact. We had always shared one of those easy, comfortable reports where the minutes flicked by swiftly in a haze of laughter. But it had been years, and I must admit I was nervous to see her.
As I waited, I found myself settling into a comfortable chat with one on New York’s Finest. He asked, ‘Are you a designer or a photographer? I would guess a photographer because that is one big camera.’
‘No one,’ I said. ‘I am no one special, just a guest.’
As he tries to flatter me with an ‘everyone is someone’ sentiment, out walks Kristy – down the marble steps of Lincoln Center. I recognize her immediately and say to my new uniformed friend, ‘Now, my friend there, she … she is someone.’
