What’s great about our new apartment is that we can have a fourth there,” a limber late-thirtysomething mommy pushing a double stroller said to her friend, another anorexic Gucci-clad-mommy-of-the-universe type.
“I love our fourth; he is my little angel,” she said, looking down into her $800 stroller. A mushy, not altogether unattractive toddler looked Read More
Last week I was standing in the Ralph Lauren store on 71st and Madison admiring a $400 cashmere toddler sweater when a fresh-faced young mommy hopped out of her black Denali XL. She was casually dressed in sporty Gucci loafers. Over her shoulder she carried a plump, red-faced infant. The sales girl immediately recognized her Read More
Last week I was standing in the Ralph Lauren store on 71st and Madison admiring a $400 cashmere toddler sweater when a fresh-faced young mommy hopped out of her black Denali XL. She was casually dressed in sporty Gucci loafers. Over her shoulder she carried a plump, red-faced infant. The sales girl immediately recognized her Read More
The ladies of Park Avenue have a big problem. Yes, they can’t help it. They’re insatiable (and some might say insufferable, but that’s for another piece); most therapists assume it’s an addiction. On the Upper East Side, it’s an unsurprising kind of moral failing: the state of being a handbag whore. (She’s the kind of Read More
The ladies of Park Avenue have a big problem. Yes, they can’t help it. They’re insatiable (and some might say insufferable, but that’s for another piece); most therapists assume it’s an addiction. On the Upper East Side, it’s an unsurprising kind of moral failing: the state of being a handbag whore. (She’s the kind of Read More
