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 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…
Red dresses have a reputation for being the outfit equivalent of a loaded question. You put one on and suddenly every shoe in your closet seems to be auditioning for…
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…
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 brother in law Rob caught me halfway across his living room at Thanksgiving two years ago, glanced down at my feet, and said, “Are those brown with a navy…
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…
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 counted nineteen midi skirts hanging in my closet last spring, actually stopped and counted because my sister asked how many I owned when she saw me shove three more…