Friday, June 3rd, 2005
by Stephanie Block I wouldn’t have met him if it weren’t for my Jimmy Choos. They were my first pair, and the first time I ever dared to wear them was at Jimmy’z nightclub in Monte Carlo. They were black, they were high, and they were christened with delicate, silver disco balls across the toe
Friday, June 3rd, 2005
by Jennifer Brown In spring of 1997, I arrived in Japan to join my Japanese boyfriend who had just been transferred back to Kochi City following a two-year stint in New York City where we met. I...
Friday, June 3rd, 2005
by Victoria Shepherd Taxi prices in New York have gone up since I was there last year. A trip into Manhattan from JFK International will now set you back forty-five dollars, plus toll and tip. The Grand...
Friday, June 3rd, 2005
by Stephanie Block Who says you can’t live off the land in the middle of a city? Oakland Sol-ers are doing just that. Their mixed-use building in the heart of East Oakland’s warehouse district hardly strikes one...
Friday, June 3rd, 2005
by Kristine Ambrose Kristine Ambrose owns a public relations firm in Los Angeles and is an active globetrotter who has some great information to share with Tango Diva readers. During the winter, Kristine is an avid snow...
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