Real [Estate] Headache

This is where I’d normally be blogging brilliantly about something involving fashion, film or comedic stupidity. Instead, the preliminary days of a New York apartment search have made me creatively lethargic, leaving me with only enough energy to slowly go into a hypnotic state watching Halloween horror films whilst alternately drinking almond milk (AM) or wine (PM).

So exhaustive is the search, I nearly thought that a very tan Debbie Gibson ensconced in a silver ski jacket was a hallucination when I passed her in Mid Town Manhattan yesterday.