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…
I blame Gigi Hadid. Or maybe Hailey Bieber. Or maybe Kendall Jenner? Truthfully, I don’t know who started the trend first. But whoever it was, thank you very much. Because…
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…
Last Tuesday, I humiliated myself at Bergdorf’s. No, make that seriously humiliated myself at Bergdorf’s. You know, the kind of embarrassed-that-could-fill-out-a-whole-row-on-your-Shame-Charts™ moment when you start to question your name and…
Backstage at Miu Miu’s spring show last month, I did my best not to trip over aggressively thin models or whisper-yet-still-incredibly-pricey dresses as I pretended to blend into the scenery.…
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…