I Dressed Like My Mom in the 90s for a Week and Everyone Was Obsessed
It began on a rainy Sunday afternoon with an ancient photo album. I had returned home to Connecticut for the weekend to “help” my parents clean out their basement. In…
It began on a rainy Sunday afternoon with an ancient photo album. I had returned home to Connecticut for the weekend to “help” my parents clean out their basement. In…
The text had arrived precisely at 11:17 AM on a Sunday morning: EMERGENCY. GET TO CAFE LEON NOW. From my friend Mia. Who almost never texts in all caps, and…
She was quietly rich. Not hip new-money rich, popped-collar Balenciaga hoodie kind of rich. Old rich. Sofa upholstery-that-matchsa-million-dollar-view rich. The cashmere jumper draped over her shoulders wasn’t screaming wealth. There…
On Tuesday morning last week, I experienced what I’ve come to think of as a “fashion dissociative episode.” It was 7: 45am and I had a meeting with a key…
Allow me to preface this story with my deeply ingrained skepticism of any fashion formula described as “foolproof.” Between 27 years of life and 15 years of working in fashion,…
Before we begin: Hear me out. I like black clothes. But not all the time; I’m not wearing Head-to-Toe黑 today to plead my case; I’m wearing slouchy grey jeans and…
Welcome to Chaos Glamour, the death of Rich Mum, and the joyful orgy of colour, pattern, and personality that is taking her place. Let’s talk about beige. For the last…
All right, let’s talk about celebrity fashion for a minute. For every trailblazing Zendaya sweeping up awards season surprises styled by Law Roach, there are forty-nine other actresses wearing nearly…
I was 11 years old when I saw it. June 1994, lying on the couch of my parents’ vacantly flipping through channels. Just a lazy Sunday ruined by too much…
I’ll never forget where I was when I saw it. It was my local coffee shop in Williamsburg. Standing in line, browsing Instagram to kill time and avoid opening emails…