Long Denim Skirt: Boots, Coats, Jackets and Tops
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…
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…
I counted them properly last week, standing in front of the closet with a glass of wine and entirely too much time on my hands, and the number was eleven.…
My friend Marisol walked into my kitchen last spring, looked at my jeans for a solid three seconds, and said, “Wait, are those flared? I didn’t know we were doing…
Shorts get treated like the easy part of getting dressed in summer, the thing you throw on when it is ninety degrees and thinking is optional. And for years I…
I was standing at the ironing board at seven in the morning, coffee going cold on the counter, running the tip of the iron along a sleeve that had picked…
I own fourteen pairs of joggers. Fourteen. I counted them properly last Sunday, laid out on the bed like some sort of intervention, and stood there doing the math on…
I once showed up to a friend’s engagement dinner wearing a lavender shirt with charcoal gray pants and what I can only describe, in hindsight, as a general air of…
I own eleven pairs of red pants. Eleven. I counted them twice, laid out on the bed like some kind of evidence board, because I genuinely did not believe the…
I own six denim shirts. Not because I set out to collect them, but because every time I think I have the right one, some detail is slightly off, the…
Burgundy pants have a reputation for being a once-a-season novelty, something you buy in October, wear to one dinner, and then shove to the back of the closet until you…