Seeing

I just saw Cirque du Soleil’s Kooza under a big-top tent bordered by beach fog and the Santa Monica Pier.

I’d tell you how amazing Kooza was — the beautifully boneless contortionists, the ballet on a unicycle, the audience seamlessly woven into the theatrics –

But I may as well tell you a Porsche has four wheels, an engine, and is designed to drive.

You need to go see it…

Reading

I’m on a new diet. Every day I wake up to an hour at the gym, down matcha green tea and fresh fruit for breakfast, and eat VeginOut delivered meals for lunch and dinner — except Sunday.

On the lord’s day, while in Giuseppe blue satin slippers and Marlies Dekkers panties, I consume a bag of Uncle Eddies vegan cookies and flip through Helmut Newton’s Playboy photography.

The key is to eat the cookies until you feel sick, and to stare at Helmut Newton’s photos until those shots of long models’ legs begin to slice the “sur” out of “surreal.” Like Newton’s play of gleaming glam and subconscious camp, it’s all about balance.

And Oscar Wilde said moderation is fatal thing…

Hating

Tazo matcha green tea was awful even when I was only acquainted with matcha green tea through Starbucks matcha green tea soy lattes. Spend more dough on real matcha green tea, and make your mornings…

Using

I used to suck down seven soy lattes a day and snort lines of espresso grinds around midnight — sleep was a waste of time.

Then I discovered matcha green tea. A premium powder of ground-up green tea leaves, matcha is higher in antioxidants than regular green tea, and whisking matcha and boiling water into a cup of jade froth makes for a better a.m. ceremony than whining in line at Starbucks.

Le Palais Gourmet matcha green tea is especially fine. When you open its canister, the bright green powder smells like an idealized version of a spring morning: sweet and alive.

Which is lovely. But the best part?

Matcha green tea gives you a higher, smoother buzz.

“Sleeping” is always better as a euphemism…

Wanting

Forgetting about the flying bus’s bathroom, isn’t this Norma Kamali all-in-one-jumpsuit perfect for traveling? It’s Audrey Hepburn-hip worn simple like this, and you can also twist it into a halter or one-shouldered top…

Wanting

This Christian Liaigre “Padd” daybed looks impossible to actually sleep on, but I’ll have a talk with product development at Evolution.

Life’s too short for “sleeping” to be more than a euphemism…

Hating

So the throw pillows on this Christian Liaigre “Filao” daybed are elegant.

So’s a Persian cat.

I know you’d never buy either, but combine the two, and you’d be the chick with the cat and the over-decorated daybed.

Good luck…

Using

So I live in LA, one of the few international cities crowded with space –

I still dig a single-room, hyper-basic bachelorette pad: matcha green tea alone in the cupboard, books the only decoration, and a floor-length mirror opposite a daybed. Minimalist daybeds — like this Christian Liagre daybed “Autan” — are choice: they’re like a small sports car, a luxuriously lazy lack of consideration for anyone else’s comfort.

Plus, a piece like this is perfect when you work at home in your underwear and heels all day…

Wanting

The Razor House in La Jolla makes me want to be a better person.

Good news for my soul: it’s dropped from $39 million to $28…

Eating

I buy Carmela cucumber sorbet every week at the farmers’ market (Carmela hits nearly every one in LA).

Once Carmela ran out of their handmade cucumber sorbet by the time I got there.

I bought lemon basil sorbet instead, and told them I’d just season it with my tears, it was fine…