I first noticed it at a Prada show last fall. Wedged into one of those too-small-for-human-seat pouches we call chairs at fashion week, starving myself so I could afford all…
I was trying on a cashmere jumper in Selfridges last autumn when I realised what the problem was. It cost more than my first car – there was a guilt-inducing…
Shopping has never been my forte. I’ve made a conscious effort not to buy for fashion’s sake. But in reality, I’m a big ol’stress shopper. Ask my bank account. Ask…
I have arrived late to work seventeen times in the last year. It’s not because I’m disorganised or dreadful with time-keeping – well, perhaps I am dreadful with timekeeping –…
Ok let’s get something off our chests – We’ve all had days where we feel messy and unkempt inside and out. Those days when your life resembles a hot mess…
I received a text from my younger sister Emma at 7: 23 AM: “Madison are you more cottagecore or dark academia?” Before receiving that message, I had literally zero idea…
Last month, I was visiting my mom on Cape Cod—she had guilt-tripped me into coming to see her new “investment pieces” (read: three basically identical beige linen shirts that were…
Picture it: 2003. Beyoncé is telling us to “get up offa that couch,” Lost fans are wondering what the shark smells like, and I’m a hormonal teenage girl browsing the…
It’s time we had a discussion about brown. Not light brown, caramel or sand. Not mocha, chocolate, tobacco or espresso. I’m talking about actual brown. The ugly shade of brown…
When people find out that I love thrifting (which is something I actively yell into the internet void about at least twice a week), the immediate follow-up questions are always:…