Navy Chinos: Blazers, Jackets, Shirts and Shoes
I own six pairs of navy chinos right now. Six. I counted them properly, laid out on the bed like some sort of inventory audit, because I had a genuine…
I own six pairs of navy chinos right now. Six. I counted them properly, laid out on the bed like some sort of inventory audit, because I had a genuine…
Okay so I own six pairs of black leather pants right now. SIX. I counted them last week while I was looking for a specific pair for a specific shoot…
I own eleven satin midi skirts. Eleven. I counted them last Sunday while doing a closet purge that was supposed to result in donations and instead resulted in me lying…
I counted my wide leg pants back in October, which is a very specific and slightly alarming thing to do on a Tuesday night, and the number was eleven. Eleven…
I own six pairs of men’s chelsea boots. Not men’s boots that I wear, actual men’s chelsea boots, size eleven, that live in my apartment because I am apparently the…
I own four brown blazers. Four. I counted them on a Tuesday in October while looking for a fifth thing to wear to a client lunch, found none of the…
Renata leaned over my cubicle wall on a Tuesday, looked at me for a solid three seconds, and said, “You look like you’re about to fire someone.” I was wearing…
Brown sneakers have a reputation for being the shoe you buy when you’ve given up. The safe choice. The “I don’t want to think about this anymore” purchase that sits…
I own seven denim jackets. Seven. I counted them Sunday night while doing laundry, laid them out on the bed like some kind of evidence board, and just stood there…
My roommate walked into the kitchen, looked at me for a full three seconds, and said, “okay, who died.” I was wearing a black velvet blazer over jeans and a…