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Summer Series: Le Postcard


 
“The gladdest moment in human life, me thinks, is a departure into unknown lands.” Sir Richard Burton

Uh ma gaa! That’s what I say every time I see the daily Instagram photos of my favorite travel website LePostcard. This ain’t your regular Joe travel website…

Le Postcard is a travel diary from the actual globetrotting jetsetters themselves. Conceived in 2014 by travel journalist, Stephanie Steinman, it is a little “E-black book” for the chic traveler. Stephanie was “curious and inspired by the wanderlust of the travel habits of the influencers around the world” and voilà, Le Postcard was born.

Not only does the website guide you to “where to go“ but it also shows you “how to go” and by that I mean… The details. The chic details.

Want to know what to pack? Check out the website’s “LeValise” (suitcase) and shop directly for the hippest, not your regular fare, It Girl items for your vacay… Let’s take a look…

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

 
 
What I like about the website is that it’s not the glitzy hoity-toity travel guide. It’s more for the unusual, chic, slightly Bohemian, Gypset traveler. Advice is given from the coolest Globetrotters on the planet… Fashion stylists, celebrity makeup artists, Vogue accessory editors, models, fashion editors, photographers, and entrepreneurs like the founder of Sprinkles Cupcakes (who should, honestly, be President of the World.) Let’s take a look…

 


Serena Hood, Executive Fashion Editor for British Vogue always remembers to stock up when traveling to a beach destination on face and body sunscreen from Institut Esthederm.

 


Hair guru and celebrity hairstylist to the likes of Olivia Wilde and Jessica Biel, Mara Roszak, never forgets her Sheila Stotts hairbrush. Immediately after arriving to her hotel, Mara shampoos and conditions her hair, brushes it out, adds a little serum and puts it in a braid for an hour or so and voilà, perfect hair without the fuss… Remember, you’re on vacation….Not the Oscars.

 


Photographer Claiborne Swanson Frank, always a Nikon in hand, offers her advice on how to combat jet lag (coffee and green tea), recommends always taking a hard drive for extra photos, and prefers a spicy tomato juice for her in-flight beverage.

 


Model Carolyn Murphy always packs her travel yoga mat by Manduka and drinks water water water. A definite travel expert, Carolyn travels with T. Anthony luggage which seems to be the preferred brand of choice by most of these jetsetters.

We all know that the best time to read a good book is while on vacation and Le Postcard offers a reading list from their Book Club from some rather interesting travelers…

 


Kelly Talamas, Editor-In-Chief of Vogue, Mexico and Latin America, suggests Ernest Hemingway’s, A Movable Feast. Cofounder of JeanStories.com and the style director of Travel + Leisure, Jane Bishop suggests a great read… The Flaneur by Edmund White. A personal favorite, Micaela English, web editor of Town & Country, suggests Betty Halbreich’s (legendary personal shopper at Bergdorf Goodman’s) book, I’ll Drink to That: A Life in Style With a Twist.

Le Postcard’s best asset is its Instagram account. You will be so jealous you will want to kill yourself. Follow HERE if you dare. Now, let’s take a look…












 
 
Remember, there are four seasons a year to vacation so Le Postcard is a definite go to website for all things travel… Chic travel that is.

“I am not the same, having seen the moon shine on the other side of the world.”-Mary Anne Radmacher


*Something you don’t know about me? As today is Gracie’s 20th birthday, I thought I would tell you a few things. First of all, August 10, 1995 is, was and will be the greatest day of my life because Amazing Grace “saved a wretch like me.” They put the little butterball on my chest and my life changed forever, for the better. Here are some interesting facts…

Little Petit Gracie was actually a big fat pig when she was a baby. Weighing in at her fighting weight, a whopping 10 pounds the day she was born.

I weighed almost 170 pounds when I had her. Mother/daughter big fat pigs.

Every time after I would breast-feed Gracie, she would projectile vomit.

Gracie has only required one Band-Aid in her entire life… And she still talks about it.

The day Gracie was born, the nurse had to brush and part her hair and slick it down because she had so much.

Gracie slept with me until she was four years old.

Gracie took a purse to the first day of preschool.

On Gracie’s 10th birthday, she got her ears pierced and immediately fainted.

Gracie loves to cook and still uses her self-made cookbook that she made in the fourth grade in cooking class.

Gracie has three fathers… Dylan, John and David. She uses all of them appropriately.

Even though Gracie is 20 years old today, she still calls me “mommy.”

At any given point in Gracie’s bedroom there are 3 half full glasses of beverages, an empty plate of spaghetti on her bedside table, clothing all over the floor and makeup spread out all over her fireplace mantel that she uses as a vanity. Curtains are mostly closed and her flowers are usually dead.

Gracie loves makeup, clothes, horror movies and any sort of online shopping. Her favorite book is Catcher in the Rye.

Gracie hates cheese, cooked tomatoes and tuna.

Gracie is painfully shy, loves family, traditions and any sort of expensive heirloom that she thinks she will inherit one day.

Gracie loves my friends like they were her own mother (and wishes they were sometimes) including Jenny, Yolanda, Mer, Diandra, Amber, Susan, Christy, Teran, Ursula and Tom (that’s in no particular order, my friends).

Gracie has never had a cavity.

Even though I have ALS, I would never trade my life for anyone else’s because I am the luckiest woman on earth because I have been blessed to spend even one day with this child, let alone 20 years. So, Happy Birthday my fair Gracie. Mommy loves you (even if you don’t read my blog).