About

Several years ago, sitting over brunch at the Sunset Marquis in West Hollywood, a fashion editor friend in town from NY said, “You know what you are? A foodinista.” I think we were discussing Louboutins and guanciale at the time. But whatever it was, the name made sense. And it stuck. Because after five years of producing fashion spreads at a major magazine, I had done something that left my fashionable colleagues scratching their $400 haircuts.  I took a job at a food magazine. 

Although stereotypes would suggest that fashionistas aren’t all that into food, and the images on the Food Network would indicate that foodies aren’t all that into fashion—in real life I’ve found that isn’t always the case. Take restaurateur Nancy Silverton—a woman so into her art that between selling La Brea Bakery for a small fortune and opening the insanely popular Osteria Mozza with Mario Batali, she guest cheffed at two local restaurants (Jar and La Terza) for the sheer fun of it. She is equally passionate about Marni and red lipstick. Presumably Marni designer Consuelo Castiglioni is equally passionate about food. Why else would she design an $843 reusable grocery tote?

TheFoodinista.com is where my love of all things food, wine, fashion and design unite.  Stuff I’m into: anything Helmut Lang (by Helmut Lang the man), Louboutin round-toe pumps, Hermès cuffs, Tod’s bags, APC tights, pearls, Shu Uemura mascara, M.A.C Dark Angel nail varnish, Campari, wine with bubbles, Old Raj, Alsatian Riesling, Barbera d’Alba, Bandol rosé, MAC Japanese knives (not to be confused with the nail varnish, but every bit as beautiful), jamón ibérico, all things pork, uni, bibimbop, steak tartare, cacio e pepe, tarragon, Ian Fleming, Lee Friedlander, John McEnroe, Heath Ceramics, Cherner chairs, Liberty of London fabrics, Farrow & Ball paint, first-edition fiction, Moroccan tea glasses and vintage Champagne coupes.

But there’s one more category, about which I am most passionate, and which is ultimately what gets me up in the morning into a pair of Lanvin ballet flats and reaching for a cup of Ristretto Roasters Ethiopia Yirgacheffe coffee. And that’s family. This blog is dedicated to my husband, who wears Converse Chuck Taylors and drinks Ketel One and tonic, and our baby boy, who wears Converse Chuck Taylors and drinks milk.