Miss H get’s a second chance to walk the runway at the SAG Awards with Meg Chambers from Boardwalk Empire.

Annie Parisse from the TV show The Following,  sporting Miss H earrings at the SAG awards.

Alberta Ferretti’s Spring 2013 ads just launched with our jewelry, which I collaborated on.

It’s Senior Care Giving today and this short story was forwarded to me which I thought was quite powerful. I wanted to share with all of you since it gave me pause to reflect while simultaneously making me grateful.

The Cab Ride

I arrived at the address and honked the horn.

After waiting a few minutes I walked to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90′s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940′s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils
on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’

‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive through downtown?’

‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..

‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.’

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice.. ‘The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired. Let’s go now’.

We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.

‘Nothing,’ I said.

‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.

‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.

‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.

I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that
day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small
one.

PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID ~BUT~THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.

We worked with Rihanna’s stylist Mel Ottenberg for her cover of Complex. Here she is looking tres chic.

I waited till the last minute to do something I’ve never done before… get a flu shot. I was told that it only had a 62 % chance of stopping me from getting the flu. I was still willing participant even though the percentage seemed relatively low (and exact).

After 2 days I was bowed over with the chills, I guess the odds were not in my favor. The upside was, I slept for 20 hours in one day.

At Powerhouse Books, which is a known indie book publisher in Dumbo, a book named Punk -the Best of Punk Magazine was released with a full book signing and party. The original publishers were present and were more distinguished looking than their earlier days.

There was something endearing about seeing these once revolutionary figures in music getting their due attention. The magazine was one of the only chronicles that consistently delivered the news in the world of the underground punk scene.

Michelle had her 49^th Birthday yesterday and is sporting new bangs. This marks the beginning of the inauguration week. Also, please note the armful of Alexis Bittar bangles. Heyyyyy!

Habibi being a rebel in the park. He takes great pride in running in areas he is barred from frolicking in.