Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

Rachel met me to celebrate the 9th anniversary of her 20th year of life.  Finally, someone else tiptoeing her way to 30.  Over dinner, delicious stories spilled with the red wine across the linen tablecloth.  Stories of Rachel’s coming out…

It’s not the first time I was spotted in the city, but my friends were there to witness the event.  "You’re famous!" gushed from glossed lips.  Then we linked arms and cut to the front of lines at The Hudson…

I have food hair.  You know, like when you leave Benihana with hair and clothes clouded in a mist of grease and an essence of fried zucchini.  I skipped the stuffed zucchini flowers and opted for the Pumkin Souffle at…

I’m too tired and hungover to post anything more creative than the pix from last night’s gig at "Marcel’s House." 
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At Soho House, Apartment Parties, and The Green Room people I’ve known for a long time didn’t recognize me at all. “Your coloring is different.” They had to look at me three times to understand it was really me dressed…

I’m off soon, heading to Lincoln Center’s Young Patrons Society Autumn Cocktail Party to photograph New Yorkers. I’m not going to lie to you; I’m not in the mood. I’m having "a day." A fat, hungover, my hair is a…

Recently at work–my full-time job, about which I never speak–I had a conversation with a woman in her mid-thirties about dating. We both decided we’re allowed to be picky. I used to hear those words and think, well I’ll never…

So, I’ve always wanted an American Express Black card because you can’t apply for one. It’s very we’ll call you. Well, a girl can only stare at the phone for so long.
Meet the velvet rope of credit cards: sauntering…