Rich Mom, Hot Daughter: The Aesthetic Duo Taking Over Your Feed
The first time I noticed them was last summer when I made my usual pilgrimage to the Hamptons. (Thanks for asking, no, I do not own a house there. God,…
The first time I noticed them was last summer when I made my usual pilgrimage to the Hamptons. (Thanks for asking, no, I do not own a house there. God,…
Dear Person Who Has Nothing to Wear But Also Can’t Close Their Drawers: LET’S TALK ABOUT TUCKING. I know. It’s silly. You came here for insider intel on how to…
When I first watched a celebrity stylist put clothes on backwards on a celebrity, I thought she was losing her mind. It was 2018, and I was shadowing a celebrity…
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…
Welcome to Chaos Glamour, the death of Rich Mum, and the joyful orgy of colour, pattern, and personality that is taking her place. Let’s talk about beige. For the last…
I was in the Zara fitting room trying on what was possibly the cutest white button-up on Tuesday when I looked in the mirror under those awful fluorescent lights and…
I lived in Portland, Oregon for three years before recently moving back to Eugene. My mom met me at the train station when I first returned home and surveyed me…
It’s 6: 47 AM on Wednesday and my toddler daughter is still asleep (miracle of miracles) so I’m kneeling on my kitchen floor refresh-refreshing M&S’s website as my coffee grows…
Truly. There are only three things I hate more than trying on jeans: having my wisdom teeth removed, trying to explain TikTok to my father, and watching my toddler nephew’s…
Last week I was waiting in line at an aggressively hip cafe in Seattle (they serve coffee in ridiculously small handmade ceramic mugs and the baristas wear those adorable messy…