Author Archives: Susannah Bianchi

About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.

Did You Know? Day of the Dead Edition…2020

Yes, I have an undeniably ghoulish streak. Consider it part of my charm, spawned from all the biographies and True crime books I’ve read. To quote the late, great Diana Vreeland, dying of a heart attack at 85 claiming she … Continue reading

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Best Story of the Week…October 28nd

I’m about to enter my building when I hear someone holler, “Excuse me!” My doorman points to a man with a young boy hurrying towards me. The kid looks familiar in his high-end leather bomber jacket and jeans. “I’d like … Continue reading

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Fashion On The Cheap

I always laugh when someone says, I’m well dressed, assuming, I spend a fortune on what I wear. HAH, is all I can say. I have 3 words for you. J. Crew Factory.   Alright 5, tossing in The Gap. The … Continue reading

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Best Story of the Week…October 22nd

  CVS    2 in the afternoon I’m buying Advil for my chronic headache…sinus, stress, Covid 19? God forbid! None of the pain relievers are marked. I take a small bottle to the front of the store. A kid of color, … Continue reading

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Unrequited Love

I’m in the Park with my friend Jack, who’s harboring a broken heart, I thought he’d be over by now, but alas, he still carries a torch, for Lisette. She’s a beauty all right, a real head turner without a … Continue reading

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Defending Jackie

I walk by 1040 Fifth, Jackie Kennedy’s longtime address (1964-1994), most mornings. Sometimes I gaze up to the 15th floor, other times, like today, stop to pay a brief homage. A girl was standing nearby, so I assumed she too … Continue reading

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Best Story of the Week…October 15th

Here I am, en route to the Apple Store’s Genius Bar, annoyed I need help, finding myself walking behind an older couple. I don’t know how old, just that their backs are well-heeled, his in a classic blue blazer over … Continue reading

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When A Heart Truly Opens

I think of myself as a very generous soul, but have learned, it has to ring true. Giving out of guilt neither helps the giver nor receiver. Two examples: There’s a man I know from AA who I like very … Continue reading

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What I Don’t Get

Pink hair, for instance. A girl I know dyes her hair the color of canned ham, camera ready, as if it had its make-up done. Alright, so she’s no Grace Kelly, but why make matters worse, shooting your hair in … Continue reading

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Best Story of the Week…October 8th

I’m babysitting Max, the Rottweiler, who’s been very depressed since his father’s been away on business. Noel called, to ask if I’d go get him at The Waggy Tail…Pet Motel. Joan of Bark, reporting for duty, ran like Jesse Owens … Continue reading

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