In anticipation of the Sex and the City movie Bostonista will not only be swilling commemorative cosmos, we’ll also be counting down what we consider to be Carrie’s greatest outfits from the HBO series. (And we’d love to hear from you, whether you agree with our picks, disagree with them, or just prefer Smith Jared’s bare chest over any accessory actually involving fabric.)

You’ve been with us all week. Here it is. Carrie’s No. 1 outfit. (more…)

In anticipation of the Sex and the City movie Bostonista will not only be swilling commemorative cosmos, we’ll also be counting down what we consider to be Carrie’s greatest outfits from the HBO series. (And we’d love to hear from you, whether you agree with our picks, disagree with them, or just prefer Smith Jared’s bare chest over any accessory actually involving fabric.)

The countdown continues…here’s Number Two. (Plus a tip: The 12:01 a.m. showing tonight at both Boston Common and Fenway are still open on Fandango.)

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In anticipation of the Sex and the City movie Bostonista will not only be swilling commemorative cosmos, we’ll also be counting down what we consider to be Carrie’s greatest outfits from the HBO series. (And we’d love to hear from you, whether you agree with our picks, disagree with them, or just prefer Smith Jared’s bare chest over any accessory actually involving fabric.)

Here’s Number Three on our list… (more…)

In anticipation of the Sex and the City movie Bostonista will not only be swilling commemorative cosmos, we’ll also be counting down what we consider to be Carrie’s greatest outfits from the HBO series. (And we’d love to hear from you, whether you agree with our picks, disagree with them, or just prefer Smith Jared’s bare chest over any accessory actually involving fabric.)

Here is Number Four on our list… (more…)

If you are anything like us, you’ve often wondered, sometimes angrily, how Carrie Bradshaw, freelance columnist living in Manhattan, can afford to don the various outrageous outfits that make her a fictional fashion icon. Trust us, writing is not the career for those who need to be kept in Hermes bags and Manolos. Nevertheless, in the world of Sex and the City, every day is an editorial, and couture is accessible to all with the will to accessorize. Despite all of our anger and jealousy, we still wouldn’t have it any other way.

Like the rest of the planet, we’ve been eagerly counting down the days until Sex and the City: The Movie arrives in Boston on Friday. Sure, we want to see what happens with happy-4-years-ago couples Sam and Smith, Charlotte and Harry, Miranda and Steve, and, of course, Carrie and Big (or are we supposed to call him “John” now?). Yes, we’re curious to see if anyone dies. But mostly, we’re dying to see what costume designer Pat Field (who we once saw schlepping a green feather boa around Loehmann’s in New York) comes up with wardrobe-wise for the film’s four leading ladies. (more…)

Last week, we were among the lucky Bostonians who got to meet The View’s Brookline-born mother hen and all around feminist icon, Barbara Walters.

At a VIP book signing for Audition, her new hit memoir of sex, lies, and heads of state, at Saks, a few dozen of the city’s most respected female journalists and social butterflies gathered to sip white wine and nibble on fennel leaves while eagerly awaiting their idol’s entrance.

Like so many things in life, she’s smaller in person. Dressed in an oversize gold knit sweater, loose black pants, pointed black satin pumps, and a chunky gold necklace, she practically scintillated impeccability. Truthfully, we couldn’t wait to get up close to see if that mound of white blonde hair was camouflaging a nascent bald spot. (We can report that it does not, and that she is, indeed, rather hot for a 70-something broad legend.)

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Every April, Europe throws a huge furniture party in Milan (Salone del Mobile) where 348,000 design junkies gather to find out what’s hot, and what’s not. One month later, New York answers in kind with its own smaller version, the International Contemporary Furniture Fair (ICFF).

We’ll cover the Milan show in our fall issue of Boston Home, but below we give you the upshot of New York right here, right now, even before the New York Times. Bottom line: color is out unless it’s “green,” and wallpaper is hot, hot, hot. So here’s our new, improved, post-ICFF wish list (with a wink): (more…)

Growing up in Swampscott, Jody Cohen didn’t have to smuggle makeup past her mother. There were no covert eyeliner applications in the junior high bathroom, no sneaking out the door with a hand concealing technicolor lips, no borrowing of a best friend’s bright-pink Wet n Wild eyeshadow before first period.

No, Cohen was blessed with a makeup-artist mother—so she only got into trouble if she left the house without lipstick. Little surprise, then, that she grew up and decided to make lip-color a career. After stints doing makeup for the Today show and learning the retail ropes at Scoop NYC, Cohen returned to Boston to start her own line of lipstick/gloss hybrids.

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Since it launched last year, MiniLuxe’s premise of quick, affordable, sanitary nail service in a sleek setting has been super attractive. However, its Newton Centre locale was less than ideal for city-centric schedules, leaving those of us who work in town to deal with cheapo nail shanties and price-gouging spas for nearby digital clean-ups.

So my over-walked tootsies and bitten-to-the-quick cuticles rejoiced when I heard the mani-pedi pros had finally opened up their second shop in Back Bay, just a few blocks away from work. (more…)

Every year it’s the same. We trudge through winter, often in semi-unflattering, insulating style. We wade through dreary March and April, aided by sporadic bursts of spring-like tints. Come May, we’ve tried just about everything to convince ourselves sunnier skies are ahead, and often fall back on that New Englandest of maxims: Because we get approximately 90 hot days a year—that’s 275 chilly ones, people—we appreciate them all the more.

Jaded and chapped and flaky, Bostonista still cannot help indulging in a hint of wishful thinking about the unofficial start of summer. In exactly one week, Memorial Day will shepherd in island weekends, sandals, and lots of white below the waist. We plan on celebrating by spending our rare day off at the beach, weather-willing or not. (more…)