Let me take you back to last Tuesday. Imagine me – aged approximately 16 (in years I haven’t lived yet), watching teens on TikTok shove every piece of clothing they…
I have a confession to make: I’m a full-on camp counselor. And until my friend Emma confronted me about it last week while we drank horchata in the park, I…
My mom sent me a photo the other day and all I wanted to do was bury myself under my desk and pretend it didn’t exist. There I am in…
Here’s what I refuse to wear from the Y2K resurgence: low- rise jeans. I know they’re back, because my assistant Taylor keeps sending me pictures of celebrities and Model Hallwalkers™…
Picture it: 2003. Beyoncé is telling us to “get up offa that couch,” Lost fans are wondering what the shark smells like, and I’m a hormonal teenage girl browsing the…
There’s something deeply flawed about the idea of “business casual.” Whenever my boss sends out a meeting invite with that word in the dress code, I want to reply, “Uhh,…
It was 6: 30 a.m. on a Tuesday morning when I found myself having a crisis in front of my closet. Nothing unusual there. I’ve probably had too many clothing-related…
I was dumped last month. Text message. On my birthday. While standing in the middle of the grocery store buying him dinner. Timing-wise, it was like somebody read the handbook…
Three weeks ago, I was mingling at a gallery opening in Chelsea when a woman approached me while I was drifting toward the complimentary champagne (as one does these things).…
If there’s one thing the fashion industry could teach us about reality, it’s that things are not always what they seem. Think of Christopher Esber’s latex getups and Carine Roitfeld’s…