On My Mind: The Greek-Yogurt Eye Cream That Makes Me Look Rested

From our “111 Carefully Selected, Unusually Special Gifts Over $200”: Herbert Levine’s back under creative director Trevor Houston, who’s the former shoe designer for The Row. As Herbert Levine’s in the Met, this would feel like owning a piece of fashion history.

Like the dancing slippers of Joséphine de Beauharnais, Souliers Dulions are made from silk (which is supplied by Veraseta). The only thing stopping me is the fine print around customs duties, with tariffs averaging at around $30 for U.S. customers. (It might sound silly, but if a $9.99 shipping fee makes me exit out of a checkout …)

[Editor’s note: Souliers Dulion lists its prices in euros, so this is an approximation to dollars.]

I don’t have any justification for these other than liking stripes. I believe that’s justification enough?

The best time to get new marked-down sandals is in the middle of winter. I have wanted these Tory Burch wedge flip-flops since last summer. (Maybe convinced by an installment of Liana Satenstein’s newsletter.) It has something to do with the freestyle swimmers. They’re fun, as much as an umbrella in a piña colada is. (I also managed to get the Prada Re-Edition 1996 slingbacks on sale recently after seeing what I believe to be them on everyone from Rachel Tashjian to Hansel from Basel models. They retail for $1,250, but there’s a size 11 at Nordstrom for $480, or a size eight starts at $726 at Cettire.)

By all means, buy the Black+Blum Prada travel cup for $260. Or do yourself the favor of buying the non-Prada Black+Blum travel cup. I sip from it every morning a little easier, knowing I made one easy payment of $24.95 (plus tax).

I get migraines regularly. Could a chintz ice cap help? I’m not entirely sure. Maybe I’ll feel less like a dying Charles Dickens character and more like an inconvenienced Queen Victoria with it on my head. This is a print of French mill Brunschwig & Fils’ Abigail chintz. (George Eliot is credited with using the word chintzy for the first time in a letter to her sister.)

I could get eight hours of sleep. I could get four hours of sleep. It doesn’t matter. I’ll look tired. That is, unless I use a little bit of this on my under-eye area. It’s formulated with Greek yogurt (for hydration), peptides (to reduce puffiness), and caffeine (to boost circulation). The effect is immediate, and it’s better than Sunday Riley’s Autocorrect (which also has caffeine, along with ginseng and horse chestnut).

As a person who’s spent her formative years in front of department-store counters (and who has watched Scatter My Ashes at Bergdorf’s a few times), I’d love nothing more than to smell like “Fifth Avenue where the lilac winds of Central Park blow upon Bergdorf’s.”

According to the Catholic Church, I’m a Catholic; but with the exception of feeling a sense of guilt over everything, I’m not a Catholic in any way. This doesn’t mean I wouldn’t mind trying a mint with the holy water from the Sanctuary of Our Lady of Lourdes’s Grotto of Massabielle (a pilgrimage site in the Pyrenees region). In 1858, Bernadette Soubirous claimed the “Immaculate Conception” appeared to her nearby. I wonder if it tastes anything like Holy Communion? Other than ecclesiastical websites (many of which haven’t changed since Jeff Bezos’s Amazon was out of his garage, seemingly), they’re available at Choosing Keeping (where Simone Rocha gets her mechanical pencils).

[Editor’s note: Choosing Keeping lists its prices in pounds, so this is an approximation to dollars.]

Call me sentimental, but this plushie reminds me of Laura Gilpin’s “The Two-Headed Calf.” I know 8-year-old me would’ve wanted one. Each is made-to-order, and you can pick from a deer, lamb, rat, cow, bat, bunny, snail, worm, seahorse, goat (or put in a special request for another Beanie). I sent this to my friend and co-worker Erin Schwartz (we have an agreement to message each other weird things) almost immediately and they messaged me back with a “biblically accurate Squishmallow.” Jellycats, you’re over!

I’m not embarrassed about having Guest in Residence cashmere, but I can’t believe it’s Gigi Hadid’s brand. This has nothing to do with Gigi Hadid; I just can’t wrap my head around buying anything from a cast member of the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. (Her mother, Yolanda, was on the show from seasons three to six.) It’s a me thing! All that matters is Gigi Hadid knows how to make some good cashmere. I don’t need a third Guest in Residence knit … (I’ll keep telling myself this until there’s no more sale.)

In 1903, the Romanovs hosted a costume party with guests wearing recreations of 16th-century styles by artist Sergey Solomko. Czar Nicholas even went as his ancestor, Alexei Mikhailovich (son of the first tsar from the House of Romanov). I couldn’t help thinking about it when buying this Destree jacket (when it was marked down at Net-a-Porter). It’s really beautifully made.