Here’s something I’d surely lose my job at any respectable fashion magazine doing today, around the year 2019: I purchase items off TikTok. I, a 30-something fashion editor who’s been…
My editor laughed out loud when I told her I’d dress based on TikTok’s trending hashtags for a week straight. Honestly, so did I. At first. “Yeah, right,” I said,…
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:…
This was supposed to be a joke. Somewhere between the first and second round of natural wine at Emma’s birthday dinner, someone dared me to recreate iconic movie outfits using…
Here’s what I refuse to wear from the Y2K resurgence: low- rise jeans. I know they’re back, because my assistant Taylor keeps sending me pictures of celebrities and Model Hallwalkers™…
There’s something deeply flawed about the idea of “business casual.” Whenever my boss sends out a meeting invite with that word in the dress code, I want to reply, “Uhh,…
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 was 6: 30 a.m. on a Tuesday morning when I found myself having a crisis in front of my closet. Nothing unusual there. I’ve probably had too many clothing-related…
It’s 6: 30 am on a Monday morning and I’m standing in front of my wardrobe naked from the waist down excepting a pair of mismatched knickers. It’s been five…
I was dumped last month. Text message. On my birthday. While standing in the middle of the grocery store buying him dinner. Timing-wise, it was like somebody read the handbook…