Getting Lucky in AprilNicole Steinberg
Shamed by demi-celebs and doormen, this hectic New York life seriously gives me hives. If I put on the wrong eyeshadow, I’m invariably frazzled, and it’s a total surprise when someone hugs you. I look to the experts for ideas on scalp analysis, socially-responsible vacations, and figure-forgiving bras. I’m obsessed with my eyebrows to the point of overzealousness—a citified lady in black and fuschia, I go into a deep nail-polishing trance. I’d love to live under-the-radar, be more organic: a breezy thrift store junkie right at home on an outdoorsy trip. In the spirit of recycling, I found a used boyfriend on Craigslist and I’m taking him on test rides ’round my doggie-proofed studio.
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