24 hours in savannah08/20/14

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The best thing to do in Savannah is walk. Start on Bull Street, walk toward Forsyth Park, and admire all the squares along the way. Each one is gorgeous (there are 22 total, we made it to about six or seven) and there is so much surrounding moody beauty — live oaks, spanish moss, dappled light, ornate fountains, historic houses, secret gardens, etc. Otherwise, here are some favorite spots:

Collins Quarter (new cafe & bar, quickly became our favorite spot)
Foxy Loxy/ The Coffee Fox (tacos + coffee)
The Public (casual lunch, good burgers)
The Florence (Italian food with style, love the atmosphere here)
Back in the Day Bakery (the best, just go)
The Paris Market (the cutest Parisienne-inspired shop and cafe, just go)
Prospector Co. (apothecary, homegoods, jewelry, periodicals, etc.)

machu picchu08/11/14

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It’s hard to believe I took these photos of Machu Picchu eight months ago. There were so many logistics to think about in the present — the train, the hotel, the buses, the hike — that I don’t know if I fully comprehended the magnitude of it until after the fact.

There had been a rock slide on the zigzag road that takes you to the main gates a couple days before our arrival, so we had to take three different buses and climb stairs between each level to get to the entrance. It took almost an hour to go about two miles.  Harper and I were very prepared — my bag was filled with advil, bug spray, sunscreen, Neosporin, band-aids, altitude medicine, hand sanitizer, 20 Lara bars — and no, we did not use any of it. Only 400 tourists per day are allowed up Huayna Pichu (the peak pictured above), and we had tickets to do the early morning hike. I’m not much of a hiker, especially at 8,000 feet, so it was definitely a challenge; I had to stop every few minutes to catch my breath. The stairs were steep and slippery and I kept catching glimpses of the view below, realizing how high we were getting. I kept thinking this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. (On the way down I thought that was not so bad, let’s do it again!). To get to the peak at the tippy top, all the hikers took turns crawling through a little rock tunnel. It was a bit claustrophobic, but what we met on the other side quickly made it worth it. We were in the clouds completely, and could only see land for brief moments when the clouds would move. There was such a feeling of comradery — a bunch of strangers all crammed together, helping each other balance from rock to rock and exchanging phones and cameras to take pictures of each other. I kept thinking of Nan Nan, how she’s traveled all over the world and how this was one place I’d made it to before her. I tried to be as present as I could so I could remember every detail and describe it to her.

Once we got down and started exploring the main ruins, we were so exhausted that we wandered aimlessly; no tour guide or map, just taking it all in. The weather spanned from every extreme imaginable (I took my sweater on and off every ten minutes) and the people-watching was amazing. After I spent weeks obsessing about what shoes to wear, I couldn’t help but notice everyone else’s — some people were dressed in serious hiking gear while others were in flip flops. But one of the sweetest things I noticed was how many older couples were there, checking off a bucket list dream together. Nothing about getting there or being there was easy or comfortable, but they’d all felt strongly enough about seeing this 15-century Inca site to make the effort. And I bet not a single one of them regretted it.

croghan's jewel box08/05/14


I absolutely loved working on this lookbook for Croghan’s Jewel Box, a fourth-generation family business that’s been around for more than a hundred years. The ethos behind Croghan’s is lovely — they’re truly passionate about jewelry and equally devoted to making the shopping experience special for everyone. The ladies of Croghan’s could not be more easy-going or welcoming; trying on their rings has become a new favorite pastime. And check out that stunning palmetto bug bib necklace. I’m obsessed!

Styling by Ellie McNevin | Croghan’s in this month’s Matchbook Mag | Shop online here

l'auberge chez francois07/28/14

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L’Auberge Chez Francois is an enchanting French restaurant tucked away on a winding road in Northern Virginia. Chef Jacques Haeringer (whose family has owned L’Auberge since the 1950s) and his lady Carol are dear friends of my family, and the restaurant has always been very special to us (I have fond memories of a New Years Eve celebration in 2005, watching the adults get rowdy and wishing I could participate in the wine-drinking). We ended up in town on Bastille Day early this month and attended Jacques’ garden-to-table celebration. It was such a fun night filled with food and wine into the wee hours, paired with amazing lady-chatter and stories from my mom’s childhood friends (who my sister and I have consequently known our whole lives and adore). I loved experiencing a place I’ve frequented my entire life with a new behind-the-lens perspective and I can’t wait to get back up there when the weather’s nicer for some french onion soup on the patio.

the pinegars07/14/14

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