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Recent “Global Roaming” blogs for Qantas Travel Insider: Cozy Connecticut inns (best part: playing boules!) and new Miami hotels.


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The interview in plain text follows after the jump. (Interview’s large format not so scanner-friendly.) Odd fact: This ran in Interview’s “Catcher” issue. As in “Catcher in the Rye.” (You can roll your eyes. I did at the time.)

Continue reading ‘From the Archives: Justin Timberlake in Interview’


But, you should totally subscribe to Family Dog so you have your very own copy. You should also call the talented Lauren Grabelle and book a photo shoot with your own dog.

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The rest of the story after the jump.

Continue reading ‘Now For a Closer Look …’


My girl gets into the family business.

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It’s still stinking hot in New York, but my piece on fall in New England is now out (meaning: on planes) in Cathay Pacific Discovery magazine. Dreaming of that crisp, cool air …

You can read it (in Chinese!) here.


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POSTED 10.08.2009 @ 15:27

Ever dreamed of eloping? How about getting hitched at City Hall in New York, just like Carrie and Big? (And, in real life, Matt Damon and Luciana Barroso; Ellen Pompeo and Chris Ivery, and Marilyn Monroe and Joe DiMaggio?)

It’s not just pie in the sky—if you can get yourself to NYC and want a simple but incredibly romantic city hall wedding, here’s how to do it. (And yes, I know because I did it, too.)

Read more at the revamped Madison website.


I’m now blogging for the absolutely brilliant Aussie beauty site, Primped.

Primped BettyMan, am I getting some mileage out of this headshot. I took it myself on my Blackberry, on the balcony of a posh hotel in Malta two years ago. Every time I see it I think of that trip and sigh. Kifinti?


I love hotels. Now I get to bang on about them and call it work.

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Madison: Dispatches from New York

15 June 2009 02:53

I like little things. Those teeny-tiny versions of items that usually come in a larger form. Tapas, piccolos of Champagne, baby glass bottles of Coca-Cola, or the darling little sample-sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner you steal from hotel rooms—I can’t get enough. (Not those silly little teacup dogs that ride in purses, though. That’s an infantile desire for something little just for the sake of being little. The poor little Chihuahuas and Malti-Poos must have bones as fragile as twigs—and they’re meant to be romping, galumping dogs, for crying out loud. But, I digress.)

Continue reading ‘The Sample Stealer’