By Nora Zelevansky / February 12th, 2009


(Sigerson Morrison Shoes . . . Sigh . . . I love these ballet flats the mostest)

I am a Sigerson Morrison whore.  Screw Carrie and her Manolos (although, okay, I'd surely take those too), I am just a sucker for the Sigerson Morrison crossover silvery gold and even, yup, rose gold-hued shoes. I do love me some Louboutins too, but I'm sharing this specific SM love for a few reasons:

1. As with any forbidden love affair, I want to scream from the rooftops (but not in a creepy Tomkat kind of way).

2. There's a Sigerson Morrison boutique right around the corner from my house on Third Street and I noticed that they've started their semi-annual 70%-off sale.  The pain, the pain . . .

3.  If you're anything like me, you can't read another damn story about octuplets, Christian Bale, Chris Brown, Brangelina (just always, right?), "David After Dentist" (which I don't even think is funny BTW–like, disturbing much?) or the fucking economy.

4. If you don't know already, you all should be aware that Sigerson Morrison has a lower price point line called Belle and, while it's not AS fantastic, I did just find a pretty pair of patent flats at starlet-hive Kitson.

4. MOST IMPORTANTLY, it appears that my cat Waldo is a also a Sigerson Morrison obsessive.  No, really, he LOVES putting his paws in SM shoes and I'm pretty sure that–in a cat–this deeply ingrained fashion sense is one of those "miracles" of tiny proportions like a Jesus-shaped potato chip or whatever.

The world deserves to witness the phenomenon for themselves, no?

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Maybe I've officially lost it.  Or maybe you have.

xo – N.

P.S. Do you have a favorite dreamy shoe line?  Or a pet with a shoe fetish?  Share and share alike!


By Nora Zelevansky / February 4th, 2009


(The best invention since, well, regular Salt & Vinegar chips . . . or maybe La Loo's Goat Milk Ice Cream . . . or maybe Gary Poppins' Salt & Vinegar Popcorn)

Okay, I know this isn't exactly a lesser known gem found locally in LA, BUT I just went to the bodega on my corner and discovered something genius: my favorite Salt & Vinegar Kettle Chips–BUT BAKED!

Like any sane human being, I'm a salt & vinegar fanatic and this is really just a momentous event. Virtuously eating salt & vinegar chips?  I wouldn't have dared to dream.  Only out of Oregon, man. Just wait until I write my "Best Of Oregon" post and you guys all roll your eyes over how much I loved my road trip through that damn state.

And speaking of obsessions, my cat Waldo seems to like them too . . .


Oh, silly Waldo . . . chips are for kids (named NORA).

xo – N.

P.S.  I should have mentioned: I got my chips at St. Regis market on the corner of Third Street & Orlando in LA.