Straight Leg Jeans: The Shoes and Boots That Sit Right at the Hem
My sister walked into the kitchen while I was hunting for my keys, took one look at what I had on, and said, “Wait, are those the good jeans? What…
My sister walked into the kitchen while I was hunting for my keys, took one look at what I had on, and said, “Wait, are those the good jeans? What…
I counted, once, out of pure boredom on a delayed flight: over the last two years I have worn my navy suit on twenty six separate occasions that I could…
I was on the floor of my closet on a Sunday afternoon, sorting through a box of shoes for the donation pile, when I pulled out a pair of red…
I own eleven pairs of baggy jeans. Eleven. I counted them properly last weekend while doing laundry, laying them out across the bed like some kind of denim crime scene,…
I counted the other day: fourteen wears in six weeks. That is how often my black knee high boots came off the shelf between the start of October and the…
I own eleven pairs of loafers and I wore some version of one on 214 days last year, because I kept a note on my phone for exactly this reason…
Leopard print jeans have a reputation for being a lot. Ask most people what they picture when you say the words and they will describe something loud, something you wear…
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…