I love Marc. But not the one with the Sponge Bob tattoo, although it is convenient that he made this bracelet (a recent eBay find) so I can openly proclaim my love for the only Marc that matters, my Marc. xo

I had a really good V-Day. My Valentine met me at the train with a bouquet of red tulips, cooked me a yummy dinner with lots of mushrooms and popped open a nice bottle of 1988 Chateau Latour that once belonged to Anna Wintour. So good!

You will find it where you least expect it—as a coffee stain on your shirt or inside the onion that made you cry, all you need to do is look… Happy Valentine’s Day.

Second image via Native Kee.

This pretty bracelet came as a surprise in the mail for my birthday. From my sweet friend Liza. Love.

There’s two people who are very in love.

They’ve assigned all their favorite people a spot around fancy dinner tables.

There’s champagne.

Friends from all walks of life are gathered in one room.

You get to wear pretty shoes.

Did I mention friends? Really great friends.

A hat that is passed around for guests to make song requests.

A bell that rings every time something fun is about to happen.

Maybe speeches, or embarrassing games involving blindfolds.

The bride’s bouquet.

And someone who is very excited to catch it.

Cake.

Cute boys — all dressed up in their finest.

Dancing. Even better, Zorba dancing.

The intelligent conversations that take place after all the wine bottles in the room have been emptied.

Friends who fly halfway across the world to be with you.

Remote location and blurry vision equals no guilty feelings for taking a cab home.

And… LOVE.

Beautiful graffiti in a friend’s rooftop.

I’ve been seriously under the weather for a few days now, drinking tea like a madwoman, putting drops of propolis in my water and gargling with salt water (like grandma told me) to try and make my sore throat and fever go away. I hate being sick, and what make it worse is that I have to get on a plane to L.A. tomorrow morning. But, I know there is love. Right?