New York City circa 1995: LEL moves to Manhattan, and Stef gets to experience something completely new. California, they say, was named after the warrior queen Califia and suddenly here she was, the living descendant of a mythical race: a six-foot-tall, auburn-haired, blue-eyed, authentic San Fernando Valley-born and bred amazon princess.
I remember the moment this creature flowed into the room with her endless legs, dangerous curves & ass-kicking heels: gorgeous & whipsmart, passionate and bold; so challenging on so many levels it was scary. She immediately made me realize the depths of my ignorance about a slew of vital things having to do with being a woman, also with being truthful and gutsy
and yes, I was tongue-tied for ages...sorry LEL!! But you have to understand how freakin' powerful you are. Lucky for me we became friends, thank you so much for the utterly awesome birthday post -tho I disagree about a couple of things, namely: it was salad not charcuterie; you were stylish, I was lame until you took me shopping; I smoked american spirits not eurotrash- and Lindsey: your pictures rock, don't stop.
ps. I've never been to Ibiza either yo...let's go.