Bootcut Jeans: Boots, Shoes and Tops That Balance the Flare
My friend Marisol walked into my kitchen last spring, looked at my jeans for a solid three seconds, and said, “Wait, are those flared? I didn’t know we were doing…
My friend Marisol walked into my kitchen last spring, looked at my jeans for a solid three seconds, and said, “Wait, are those flared? I didn’t know we were doing…
I own six denim shirts. Not because I set out to collect them, but because every time I think I have the right one, some detail is slightly off, the…
I counted it out last week, actually sat there like a weirdo and scrolled through six weeks of outfit photos on my phone, and the leather jacket showed up in…
My friend Dana walked into my kitchen last spring, took one look at my outfit, and said, “Okay, but why does that gray look so much better than your other…
I own six denim jackets. Six. I did not set out to own six of anything, let alone six versions of the same garment in roughly the same shade of…
I spent years avoiding mom jeans because everyone told me the same thing: they are shapeless, unflattering, the denim equivalent of giving up. The name itself does the marketing for…
I wore a jean dress to my cousin’s wedding rehearsal dinner with cork wedge sandals and white ankle socks because I had seen a photo of some French actress doing…
I bought my first pair of wide leg jeans standing in a fitting room that smelled like new denim and desperation, on a lunch break, with exactly eleven minutes before…
I wore light blue jeans to a rehearsal dinner once, paired with a chambray shirt I genuinely believed was “a different enough shade” to pass as intentional. It was not.…
I bought my first jean jacket at nineteen, paired it with jeans that were maybe half a shade off from the jacket, and wore the whole outfit to a barbecue…