Things I am not supposed to blog about…

Food. But I just had to. There are few things that make me feel more at home back in New Orleans, especially as the weather cools, than Gumbo. I have tried Gumbo all over this fine city, from Stanley’s to Coops and even the Verti Mart (you have probably never been there unless you are a local; side note my neighbor Angelina Jolie regularly grocery shops there), but the best Gumbo, hands down, is from Remoulade (a division of Arnaud’s). Even though I was born a Yankee, I take my Southern food seriously (especially gumbos and chicken and waffles) and I can easily say that the Filé Gumbo from Remoulade is the best I have had in New Orleans or in any other city. The base is so yummy and delicious, (yes I said yummy), I could eat the broth on its own without all the fixings. It’s that good.

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Christian has been a cultural and style junkie since the age of 6; while most kids were swiping cookies, he was swiping his grandfathers' Patek Philippe. Raised to appreciate art, fashion,design and  literature (yeah, this one actually reads) by a single mother fondly called Jackie-O. Christian quickly went from childhood cultural capital thief to academia protégé. Referred to as the cat's meow by some, too clever by half by others, Christian eschewed the academic life and ran away to join the circus -the fashion circus. Several well-appointed positions later and a career on the rise would be most people's dream but it was time to say fuck off and start all over again.

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