Lust is a deadly sin, therefore this dress just made me sin. Reminiscent of my favorite screen siren and Godard muse, the lovely Jean Seberg, I just want to waltz in this BCBG saffron Eloise pleated cocktail dress while sipping a martini and nibbling on steak tartare. Please?

Admiring my pretty new cocktail napkins by Finnish pattern house Marimekko, procured yesterday at Crate and Barrel at the Grove. What shall perch atop them?

Admiring my pretty new cocktail napkins by Finnish pattern house Marimekko, procured yesterday at Crate and Barrel at the Grove. What shall perch atop them?

Elizabeth Banks vamps it up at the Cicada Club

I am an Allure subscriber and was quite psyched to receive my June issue yesterday. Following in the “I am woman, hear me purr” footsteps of Scarlett Johansson in last month’s issue of Vogue, Elizabeth Banks shot the cover and feature shoot at the Cicada Club, a favorite LA haunt of mine. Channeling a 1930s vamp, scenes were inspired by Bernardo Bertolucci’s film The Conformist. According to the Behind the Scenes feature on Allure.com, Banks posed alongside professional dancers as tango music, Ella Fitzgerald, and Billie Holiday played. Such a timeless beauty Mrs. Banks is, she reminds me of the Czech supermodel Eva Herzigova.

Some teasers:

Somebody make this girl a Gold Rush!

The Hostess Dress by Milly NYC, bought two days ago after a savory lunch at The Churchill. It hails from Polkadots and Moonbeams, a mix of modern and vintage just across the street on 3rd, one of my favorite streets in LA. Earrings by Marcia Maran. Hat from Bloomingdale’s.

The Hostess Dress by Milly NYC, bought two days ago after a savory lunch at The Churchill. It hails from Polkadots and Moonbeams, a mix of modern and vintage just across the street on 3rd, one of my favorite streets in LA. Earrings by Marcia Maran. Hat from Bloomingdale’s.

Here are the recipe cards for the cocktails I will be serving this evening, from 8-12pm at Bee Free Boutique in Silverlake. Please stop by and sample one if you’re in the area! 

It’s the 138th Kentucky Derby!

One of my favorite memories as a kid was going to Portland Meadows with my Dad. While he carefully calculated the odds on a notepad – a vacillation between Rainman and Russell Crowe in A Beautiful Mind – my betting criteria revolved around the horse being white (I thought it mostly closely resembled a unicorn). 

Needless to say, I never made a fortune at it and my dad usually made out quite well. And he always made sure we had plenty of Red Vines and Dr. Pepper to snack on, which is half of the fun. 

Similarly, the Derby wouldn’t be the Derby without the proliferation of Mint Juleps in the stands.

And to that I issue you and order: Tomorrow, don an unreasonably rococo hat. Root for your favorite horse and sip a Swizzle-worthy string of mint juleps! Cheers to you, cheers to the Run for the Roses and may your Derby day dazzle you.

Marimekko dress, BCBG belt, vintage hat, vintage scarf

Enjoying an ultra-refreshing Mint Julep after filming a new video for the Kentucky Derby… stay tuned!

Enjoying an ultra-refreshing Mint Julep after filming a new video for the Kentucky Derby… stay tuned!

Bittersweet symphony in a glass: A midday mocktail at Rio Cafe in Palermo Soho.

Bittersweet symphony in a glass: A midday mocktail at Rio Cafe in Palermo Soho.

Lucky Magazine, Kelly Wearstler, Hard Luck Candy Vodka and the Swizzle

A proud moment: Two of the signature cocktails I created for Hard Luck Candy Vodka were sipped at a disarmingly stylish affair: The Lucky Magazine party at Kelly Wearstler’s boutique in West Hollywood on Sunday. I’m a big fan of Kelly’s career so this was a special honor. In addition, just have a look at all of these pretty people! I blush with ten times the intensity of Nars Orgasm! 

Confession: I just built my first fire ever (Dear Girl Scouts, explain) and as I sat here gazing admirably at my primitive prowess in conflagration creation, I was writing a piece for the Rundown when lo, I cast a glimpse over to Perfumed Spirits and twinkled at this comely little list:
Russian QuaaludeIngredients:
3 oz Frangelico
3 oz Vodka
1 1/2 oz Milk
Build in a highball glass.
A purported lover of the “disco biscuit”, Hunter S. Thompson would be proud. Girl Scouts, a new cookie concept?
xoxo,
The Swizzle

Confession: I just built my first fire ever (Dear Girl Scouts, explain) and as I sat here gazing admirably at my primitive prowess in conflagration creation, I was writing a piece for the Rundown when lo, I cast a glimpse over to Perfumed Spirits and twinkled at this comely little list:

Russian Quaalude
Ingredients:

  • 3 oz Frangelico
  • 3 oz Vodka
  • 1 1/2 oz Milk

Build in a highball glass.

A purported lover of the “disco biscuit”, Hunter S. Thompson would be proud. Girl Scouts, a new cookie concept?

xoxo,

The Swizzle

Another “Swimmingly” Good Time at Bee Free Boutique

It’s easy to see why people sometimes refer to LA as La La Land. The City of Angels can certainly seem dreamy and paradisiacal, especially in the Spring. It makes me think of that scene from Bambi that goes something like this:

Flower: (referring to two birds fluttering around) Well! What’s the matter with them?

Thumper: Why are they acting that way?

Owl: Why, don’t you know? They’re twitterpated.

Everyone: Twitterpated?!

Owl: Yes. Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime. For example: You’re walking along, minding your own business. You’re looking neither to the left, nor to the right, when all of a sudden you run smack into a pretty face. Woo-woo! You begin to get weak in the knees. Your head’s in a whirl. And then you feel light as a feather, and before you know it, you’re walking on air. And then you know what? You’re knocked for a loop, and you completely lose your head!  

Angelenos, take heed. It’s twitterpation season.

If you like this sort of many-splendored thing called love, keep reading because I know just the place for you.  

You see, one of my favorite crannies in Los Angeles is on Silverlake Boulevard at Effie Street.

Here, Lamill Coffee Boutique (Try the Not Quite French Toast!) and L&E Oyster Bar (Try the chef’s selection with a pilsner!) are the clasps on the heart locket that holds inside the delightful Bee Free Boutique.

If you follow the Swizzle religiously (as you surely devoutedly do, my dear disciples) you know that I discovered Bee Free way back in February, and it is the sacred temple in which I received my start in mobile cocktail services.

Saturday was my fourth event with Bee Free and I decided to hostess a Piscine Bar. Piscine is French for swimming pool, and the cocktail is often sipped in summers on the French Riviera.

My variation? An ounce of Chambord, Xante or Esprit d’ June (raspberry, pear or floral), topped with an ice cube, Sofia sparkling wine and a strawberry.

My accomplice? The lovely Brittany B Crafty (who doubles as the photographer), who baked a smattering of bite-sized cupcakes to the them of lingerie. Tiny bras adored the tops of the tiny cakes, which came in delicious flavors like Girl Scout (Thin Mint - my favorite), Red Velvet and double chocolate.

The feedback? It was nothing short of a midsummer’s afternoon in Monaco.

Spot the Madonna and Jean Paul Gaulthier cupcake, circa Blond Ambition:

Bisous,

The Swizzle

From Esther Williams to Richard Gere to Herb Ritts to Salvatore Ferragamo, this is where my imagination shall live today!

A pool party sans pool

Today at Bee Free Boutique, I will be hostessing a petite Piscine Bar:

 

If you’re in the Silverlake area, please stop by! Beyond receiving a complimentary champagne cocktail with your choice of raspberry, pear or floral embellishment (compliments of Xante, June and Chambord liqueurs), the ladies of Sassybax lingerie will be on hand to change your life by finding your proper bra size. 

Bra-llelujah!

If you know me well, you know that “Keep walking” is a phrase I interject quite often when there seems to be a lack of progress in any circumstance (examples: habitual unemployment, bemoaning a former lover, vacillating round and round on where to get lunch). It’s a handy and helpful phrase akin to another one of my favorites, “Moving on…” a phrase that obviously trails off as I keep walking.

Moving on, on a recent Spring’s eve in Los Angeles, when I had the pleasure of attending one of the House of Walker tasting events, held at the Cooper Building downtown, the famous scotch house that adopts this phrase as its tagline, I was thrilled.

If you ever get the chance (Jersey City from April 19-21 is the next one), go. Mr. Walker’s story (told through this do-not-miss branding video) is that of great inspiration, plus you get to taste each of his most popular scotches: red, gold, green, black and my personal penchant: blue). 

Since the Rundown on LA helped promote this event, I attended with my colleagues. And since we’re a pretty sophisticated bunch, we headed over to the whiskey bar Seven Grand after for a nightcap, wherein I enjoyed another crush I’ve had as of late, the Blood and Sand (Called with Johnnie Walker Black, of course.)

Here is the link to RSVP if you can make it to the Jersey City event.

Cheers, Mr. Walker!