Black Jeans, Endless Outfits: My Rotation of Tops, Shoes and Colors
My sister took one look at me walking into her kitchen last Thanksgiving, wearing the same black jeans I’d worn to her house every single visit for two years, and…
My sister took one look at me walking into her kitchen last Thanksgiving, wearing the same black jeans I’d worn to her house every single visit for two years, and…
My sister Nadia texted me a photo of herself in a pair of barrel jeans with the caption “tell me the truth, do these make me look like I’m wearing…
I counted the other day: out of the last thirty outfits I have photographed for the site, twenty six of them started with jeans. Not skirts, not trousers, not the…
Chinos have a reputation problem. Ask most people what they picture when you say the word and you get some version of the same image: khaki pants, slightly too roomy…
My mother took one look at me walking into her kitchen in white jeans and a black top and said, “You’re going to spill coffee on those before you get…
For years I owned exactly one pair of black leather oxfords and I wore them with everything, including, on one memorably bad night, a pair of mid wash blue jeans…
I was on my knees on the kitchen floor last Tuesday with three pins in my mouth and a tape measure looped around my neck like a stethoscope, trying to…
I own nine denim dresses. Nine. I counted them properly last weekend while doing a closet cull that was supposed to result in donations, and instead resulted in me standing…
The first time I wore a satin skirt out in public, I sat down at a restaurant booth and slid straight off the seat like I’d been greased for a…
I bought my first long denim skirt in a hurry, in a dressing room with terrible lighting, because a friend of mine had one and looked effortlessly put together in…