The view from the top of the Spanish steps.
Gorgeous Rachel, posing in front of one of her mirror paintings at Gagosian.
Me, Rachel and Yvonne Force. We became close friends when we all gave birth to sons within a few months of each other. There is nothing more bonding than raising children together, but its nice that we all share our love of art and fashion as well.
Yvonne, in floor length Fendi sequins climbing the steps of the Brazilian embassy for a dinner in Rachel's honor.
The ceiling of Villa Borghese. Is it horrible to say that I liked this better than the Sistine Chapel? It was less restored, and therefore more believable.
The view of the garden from Villa Borghese. I just love all the symmetry.
On our way to Villa Borghese, we were running late for our scheduled tour and the taxi driver dropped us on the wrong side of the park. Thinking we'd most likely miss the tour, we started running through the park when we saw a rickshaw. The lovely Colombian driver picked us up and got us there just in time.
You might think this is totally disgusting, but it was my favorite thing I ate in Rome. It's puntarella salad with anchovy sauce. I had it three times in three days. I can't say that the taste of anchovies doesn't remind me of cat food, but I love it nonetheless.
The incredible ruins right in the center of the city. When I was on hurried work trips to Rome in recent years, I would drive by these ruins in a taxi with no time to look at them properly, so it was a relief to finally be able to enjoy them.
I had been to the Colosseum before but my husband had not, so I was excited to see it with him. The scale of it is daunting and overwhelming but awe-inspiring all the same. Being in it reminds me of walking around a Richard Serra sculpture.
My favorite perspective from inside the Colosseum.
On the second night we were in Rome, Christopher and I were planning to have a quiet dinner until we were invited to a party Tod's owner Diego Della Valle was giving in honor of Suzy Menkes, the fashion critic for the International Herald Tribune. It was at Palazzo Sacchetti, an incredible private home that only opens to the public once or twice a year, if that. I love this red leather door at the entrance.
This detail inside of Palazzo Sacchetti killed me. I love how the tromp l'oeil painting extends over the radiator.
A charming arrangement of roses in the ladies's powder room.
I am not a huge fan of tapestries, but I love this one with the crest.
In the ladies room there was this cheeky embroidered lady on the wall. The guard told me her tongue sticking out was a sign of good luck.
Jean Paul Gaultier sitting at our table. I had never seen him in the flesh before, and I was honored to meet him.
Our artist posse playing tourists (headsets and all) at the entrance to the Vatican.
You're not supposed to take pictures in the Sistine Chapel, but I couldn't resist a discreet iPhone shot of the iconic Creation of Adam. My husband yelled at me first, and then the guard.
The incredible inside of St Peter's Basilica.
My last view of Rome before jumping in a cab to the train station.