Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

View of Times Square from myPhone at R Lounge
I’m in the Renaissance Hotel – The R Lounge, and man, are things getting interesting. This lounge, the moments in it, this is the NY version of that Bill Murray Scarlet…

I found my peeps in a consignment shop. A Madison Avenue consignment shop, but a used clothes store just the same. And, please. “Vintage” is to “Dried Pitted Plums” as “Pit & Crotch Clothes” is to “Prunes.” Get over it.…

Over petite green tomatoes and a mix of young lettuces we spoke of change. “It’s the tradition of SCAD,” our tour guide had said earlier in the day. He was walking backward at the time, pointing to monuments, bronze statues,…

Some days you feel like you’re in a movie. You can almost mute your life and add your own soundtrack. I’m heading out now, myPod in hand, as I clear out for Guam while in Savannah, GA. I’m covering the…

The problem with writing so intermittently is that it takes too long to bring you up to speed. By “you” I mean me, my diary, just a recap of it all. There’s too much to remember. Like how at the…

black and white nyc love
I have so much to report, to post. Photos, food talk, Vegas (and my kick-ass gambling strategy), public speaking… I leave for New York tomorrow morning (where I’m already excited for my dinner at The…

Rather Harsh, no? From Neiman Marcus look book, 2010. Everything looks so fierce. Which I guess is fine for Vegas at night, but imagine doing the walk of shame in any of these come daylight?
Goal: To pack as little…

Yoo hoo, Texans. Over here. A wee bit closer. Bam. Here it is, an opportunity to hear me speak from the heart about strength, courage, and wisdom. I’ll be my own version of an India Arie song, sharing the raw…