Thank God you're here! I spent a helluva lot of money on this vanity project that showcases ... well, me. So take some time ... peruse the site and gimme some feedback.
I'm excited to show off my work, my writing and lots of other sundry items ... and I hope both of you enjoy it.
Celebrity fashionista, stylist and maven Steven Cojocaru is a hoot. I interviewed the Canadian clotheshorse and managed to lose control of the segment after about 12 seconds. The thing about Cojo is he’s wildly inappropriate and irreverent all the time. I had to ratchet up the obnoxious factor just to appear like I wasn’t in a coma. Mercifully, I got props from him on my outfit. A very smart Armani suit … with a turquoise striped shirt and tie. Later in the evening at a fundraiser, the former Entertainment Tonight correspondent and I gabbed like two bitchy schoolgirls. ...
I was born the son of a poor black sharecropper. No, wait – that was Steve Martin. I was born in Des Moines, Iowa sometime in the ‘70’s. And no, I did not grow up on or near a farm. Yes, we had electricity. Yes, we had running water. And to date, I’ve never worn overalls. But I’m sure I’d look amazing in them. I’m a proud Midwesterner. And even though I travel a lot for a living … I always look forward to coming home. Home is now just outside of ...