I've been MIA on the internet because I've been MIA in real life. If I told you I have been living out of my car for the past week, I hope you would believe me.

I have been living out of my car for a week.

If I had the chance to take a cute shower and put on some cute clothing, this would be the first choice. Sexy and comfortable. That's my jam right now.

WHY am I living out of my car? My #elspanishoasis construction (check my instagram hashtag for details) has me displaced. 

Once I move back in I'll feel like Elsa on ice...

Photography by Ashley Sky Walker

Don't let that winter chill kill your makeup vibe. Follow along for a few easy ways to sit pretty in the snow. {OK, maybe I live in LA and it's still 70 degrees and sunny outside, but these photos were taken in NYC in 30 degree hailing rain.}

Click more to see what makeup I'm crushing lately, and how to mix and apply colors effortlessly...

A clip from New York Fashion Week September 2014, and how I get my wild wild curls...

This crisp Fall air is revving my work gut into overdrive. It's something about the change in seasons that excites the fire in my belly to work even harder and more efficiently. I see goals and dreams and pleasing people. Pleasing myself.

Naturally, New York Fashion Week proved to be the perfect exit from summer's light fare onto this freeway of fervor.

I chose pants for the occasion. I'm the woman in the driver's seat, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

As summer flirts its final winking eye, reminding us of the memories that were, we seemingly take the nod (albeit the 84 degree weather) and accept fall's great fashion challenge.

It never hurts that New York Fashion Week lands on the brink of the fall season-- allowing us blog-ette's the elegant safari right of passage into fur coating and camels and oxbloods (oh, my!) and all other animalistic tendencies that fall innately welcomes.

I sit here at a Starbucks adjacent to the Empire Hotel, the quintessential New York Fashion Week hotel hub, anxiously awaiting the week ahead. And lucky you... you're only a click away from following along with me! Keep up with me all week on my Instagram @elshanesworld!

It's takes a rare moment to hear me scream and shout {i scream for ice cream} ... over a top.

A Party Top

Such was the case when I dressed beach casual for a late afternoon of beers by the sand.

It's Halloween everyday in Elshane's World! Like a pair of retro sunnies to shade your eyes from an afternoon of champagne and a last minute cheeseburger, a fresh lewk should tell the story of your day ahead. Maybe I'm the only Upper East Side chick to throw a crop top on a "ladies who lunch" menu, but might I remind you, if I can do it at the Vatican, I can do it anywhere...

On this gloomy afternoon in New York, I slipped into the Metropolitan Museum of Art to catch the highly anticipated...

For a minimal schvitzer like myself (I recently stopped wearing deodorant all together, thanks to some wise words from my friend Cameron Diaz), I love the way silky fabrications feel on warm summer evenings. Georgette and washed silk have a way of dancing in the midsummers night's breeze. 

I could continue writing about how great a silky summer shift looks draped over my not-so-sweaty armpits, but I have a feeling you're more interested in the fact that I stopped wearing deodorant. Well, here's the deal...