Page-ing Sargisson

My girl AJ Banana came over on Monday night for hot dogs and fries, Sex and the City-watching, some girl talk and a mention of a bachelorette party in Vegas next year for our friend Mona G.

I don't mean to toot my own horn, but I'm a Sin City-aficionado. New Yorkers escape their city by hot-footing it to the Hamptons, while Angelenos escape their city by putting the petal to the metal all the way to Vegas on Fridays after work.

Which meant that during my tenure in L.A., I was one of those escapists.

Yes, Las Vegas can be overkill: too much gold and glitter, too many neon lights, too many drinks, too many long line-ups to enter clubs (if you're a guy only, sorry 'bout that fellas), too many mid-west Americans wearing bad outfits, too many people losing money at the tables, too many plastic yard-longs filled with margaritas being consumed during the day while cruising the Strip (no one likes a mid-day headache)...

But in the case of complaining vs. Vegas, I kinda like overkill and I kinda like these Casino Chic charms by Page Sargisson. All you have to do is buy a chip (some are actual European ones from the 20s and 30s) and add charms, which come in familiar shapes you'd find on the blackjack table: spades, clubs, hearts and diamonds.

And remember, a full house always wins.






I'm Lovin' it: Natalia Vodianova is one of my favorite models. And boy, oh boy, does this lady ever have a Cinderella story to tell. She came from a dirt poor background in Russian, selling fruit in the street at a very young age to help support her large family. A chance stumble into modelling has made her an industry superstar -- and the wife of British aristocracy in the form of Sir Justin Portman. She's proof that anything can happen, with hard work and the right opportunity. An absolutely gorgeous face helps, too. Check out these beyond beautiful photos of her from the latest issue of Vogue.







I'm Over it: Who gives a rat's bum if Nicole Richie is pregnant?? Oh wait, I do.


Track of the Day: I love me some old school Outkast, especially their Aquemini album from the 90s. The piano and brass intro to West Savannah makes me feel like I'm chillin' in a smoke zone -- think Amsterdam, West Savannah or, uh, Vancouver.











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