holy spring time! i've always said that groundhog was a liar. we were blessed with 70 degree temperatures this week in new york (and most of the east coast) which meant al fresco dining and my earliest annual attempt at tanning. i mean, should we be worried it's 70 degrees in february, probably. but like the wrinkles that will inevitably pop up at the end of the summer, that’s future tory's problem.
i had to work over the holiday weekend so my mom came up to keep me company and partake in a love affair with my city. there's something so magical about weekends when half the population clears out and you can actually brunch without a reservation.
indulging in:
everything at la goulue: saturday night we ventured out in the snow to visit the recently reopened la goulue and oh.my.god. the beloved upper east side french institution closed its doors eight years ago over a leasing issue but finally reopened last month. go immediately.
seeing:
the hockney exhibit at the met: if you're seeking a little optical indulgence look no further than the hockney exhibit . the colors are intoxicating and the emotion he manages to capture in such a geometric forum is astonishing. this is the last weekend of the exhibit so make sure to put it on your weekend to-do list.
reeling over:
jennifer aniston's divorce announcement: it was the news heard round the world last thursday and now that i have had over a week to digest this information, i feel mentally prepared to discuss. if you know me, you are aware that jen has been my OG way longer than my devotion to Kate Middleton began. i'm genuinely embarrassed to divulge how many times i attempted to recreate her haircuts (remember her bob?). and while justin isn't someone i would necessity gravitate toward, i shipped them because she deserved happiness and am heartbroken for this woman i have never met having to face the inevitable avalanche of tabloid covers she will now grace. (i'm just glad her announcement came after brangelina's.) but let's get to the really big question, where do you all fall on the brad reunion debate? when they were together, the beauty was almost blinding, then that troll angelina hypnotized him and broke the entire worlds hearts in her quest to singlehandedly repopulate the earth. i have to admit a little part of me would die to see them get back together, but also #girlpower blah blah blah, he cheated and she deserves better...
stuck in my head:
purchasing:
pamela munson's straw bags. i'm immediately buy one of these bags, i'm just faced with the dilemma of the clutch or tote?
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