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Rhett’s carpet

By Celine Lopez | November 10, 2006 - 12:00am

We have reached a solstice in fashion. Gone are the days of dining in flip-flops and wearing khakis to weddings. Suddenly, we are now respectful in treating the finer things in life, finely. With the holiday season...

Young Star

I did what?

By Celine Lopez | December 5, 2003 - 12:00am

This is my most common morning greeting, to my less-than-charmed posse from a night misspent. Mostly my fragmented memory serves as a stark reminder that my days as a lady are numbered. Champagne chagrin, the martini...

Young Star