Loose Jeans and Loose Pants: How to Keep Outfits Balanced
I was standing in front of the dryer at close to eleven at night, pulling out a load of jeans while they were still a little damp, because I have…
I was standing in front of the dryer at close to eleven at night, pulling out a load of jeans while they were still a little damp, because I have…
I own four pairs of blue chinos in three different shades, and if I’m honest about it, they get worn something like three times a week on average, more in…
I own a charcoal gray suit that I bought for my cousin’s wedding eight years ago, and for the first two years I wore it exactly once, to that wedding,…
I own six gray suits. Not by design, not some capsule wardrobe manifesto, just the slow accumulation of a decade where gray kept winning over navy at the tailor’s counter.…
I was standing in the hallway with one shoe on and one shoe in my hand, running eleven minutes later than I should have been for a meeting I didn’t…
I was on my knees in a client’s guest bedroom in Dilworth, tape measure in my teeth, going through a stack of jeans she’d pulled from three different stores because…
I own six pairs of men’s chelsea boots. Not men’s boots that I wear, actual men’s chelsea boots, size eleven, that live in my apartment because I am apparently the…
I own four brown blazers. Four. I counted them on a Tuesday in October while looking for a fifth thing to wear to a client lunch, found none of the…
I own six pairs of navy chinos right now. Six. I counted them properly, laid out on the bed like some sort of inventory audit, because I had a genuine…
Someone in my office, a woman two desks over who wears exclusively black and grey and has never once complimented my clothes, called loafers “the sensible aunt of shoes.” I…