Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

Sadly I do not, yet, have a royal packer. I happen to be the absolute worst when it comes to packing, and all those summers spent weekending in Sag Harbor have had no impact on my efficiency. First there’s the…

A few weeks ago I cared about my hair, obsessed about my hair. The rockstar who’d tamed my curls with the flick of a wrist had gone missing.  You all know the story and the happy ending. Blog readers scoured…

I’m officially stalking an ex. There. I’ve said it. The fact is, I genuinely believe, that stalking is well within the realm of acceptable behavior when it comes to a good hairdresser. We’d only been out twice, but they were…

Unless you’re going to have your body checked for squamous and basal cells, the key to going to the dermatologist is to be at your absolute ugliest. Visually, you need to be screaming for help. It’s the only way you’ll…

Please, didn’t anyone tell you, no white ass after labor day? Well, given that Memorial Day weekend and my book launch for Moose, are fast approaching, my ass and I are trying to contain ourselves. Yes, I actually took photos…

I’ve sat in bed, infomercial-late, unable to sleep. Sometimes it’s the next afternoon, but I’ve moved to the sofa and have managed to nab a bottle of Poland Spring. In either place, I’m usually watching some channel devoted to style.…

Head over heels in love, to the point where I don’t even want to eat.  I must get this bag.  I can’t help myself.  $1900.  That’s close to one month of rent for a small studio apartment in NYC.  Ever…

Well, you cannot very well be wearing J.Crew when you walk into J.Crew.  It’s like wearing a mink to the zoo.  Dressing in splatter-painted jeans, a navy and Smelly green striped belt, a gray England tee, and a green, gray,…