I spent a solid fifteen years telling anyone who’d listen that linen doesn’t shrink, not really, that the whole thing was overblown fabric folklore passed down from people who’d washed…
I have genuinely spent longer thinking about my waistband than most people spend deciding whether to buy a house. I know this because I once stood in a fitting room…
I had a client last month, a guy in his sixties getting fitted for a wedding, tell me his father always matched socks to trousers because “matching them to your…
“That’s a bold choice for a Tuesday,” she said, looking at my feet like I’d shown up in cleats. I was wearing dark brown derbies with charcoal grey trousers, a…
Okay so beige joggers were supposed to be a one week phase for me and instead they’re the thing I’ve worn nine days out of the last twelve, which I…
Beige pants have a reputation for being the sensible choice, the pants you buy when you have given up on having an opinion about your closet. My mother owned a…
For years I owned exactly one pair of black leather oxfords and I wore them with everything, including, on one memorably bad night, a pair of mid wash blue jeans…
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 was standing in front of the closet at six forty in the morning, one sock on, coffee going cold on the dresser, holding two shirts up against a navy…
I was standing at the ironing board on a Tuesday night, working through a basket of clothes that had been sitting there since Thursday, when I noticed something that stopped…