“You know that’s not actually doing anything, right?” That’s what my trainer said, mid squat rack, while I was adjusting my underbust corset between sets like it was a normal…
I bought my first pair of black sneakers because a client canceled on me at 8am and I was standing in her closet with nothing to do but stare at…
I’ll admit that I didn’t think leggings were “for” me for the first 44 years of my life. Leggings felt too clingy, too athletic and lazy all at once. That…
I once believed that white trainers were a thing for people with nothing better to do than worry about scuff marks. You know the type: people who don’t walk ten…
Refreshed the same search four times in eleven minutes, “hooded puffer, women’s, size small,” like the algorithm was going to reward my patience instead of just showing me the same…
Okay so this whole hooded coat conversation turned into a fight about whether we walk places or not, which was not the plan. It started because I said the coat…
I spent three years telling anyone who’d listen that green sneakers were a costume, not a shoe, the kind of thing you buy for one photo and then quietly return.…
Three years ago I would have told you gold sneakers were a costume, the kind of thing you wear once to a party and then leave at the bottom of…
My brother Sam and I got into it about gold joggers back in February, the kind of argument that only happens when neither person has actually tested the thing yet,…
Okay, cream sweaters. I sell swimsuits for a living, which means my whole year is organized around what survives salt water, so it feels a little absurd that I’m the…