Black Leather Pants: Jackets, Shoes, Tops and Boots
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…
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 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…
My sister looked at me over her reading glasses when I walked into her kitchen last month wearing a black suit with a shirt the color of a swimming pool…
I need to tell you about the time I wore a pleather skirt to my friend’s engagement dinner and left looking like I was moonlighting as a dominatrix flight attendant,…
I own five pairs of black linen pants. Five. I counted them Sunday morning while doing the thing where you pull everything out of a drawer to find one specific…
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…
I counted it up the other week out of pure boredom: seventeen. That’s how many times this year I’ve been asked, mid text message or mid panic in my own…