I’m sitting on a massage table, legs dangling over the edge and saying ‘ahhhh’. My therapist (is that what you even call him?) Sam isn’t looking at my tonsils, or my tongue. He’s inspecting my uvula (or, to use the technical term ‘the dangly throat thing’).
Stepping into Rebecca Romijn’s Chelsea home is like stepping back in time. Amidst all the newness that is happening in Chelsea and Hudson Yards, Rebecca has managed to carve out a little bohemian paradise for herself, her two daughters, and husband. She painstakingly restored this old beauty while furnishing it predominantly from eBay and the New York City based non-profit thrift store, Housing Works.
- Holiday Gifting
- DORÉ x THE OUTNET
- This or That
- Happy Holidays!
About a month ago at a holiday party I had one of those weird out of body experiences where you’ve had 2.5 glasses of champagne and not enough canapés to balance the bubbles. You’re just the right amount of...