“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 stood in front of the mirror on a Tuesday, fully dressed for a lunch I did not need to dress up for, and had the specific thought that I…
I wore my brother Sam’s old blazer to a client dinner in March, sat down at the table, and felt it pull weird across the back like the fabric was…
A client texted me a photo from a dressing room last month, blazer on, one hand on her hip, the other holding her phone at that angle we all use…
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…
The pins were already in my jacket sleeve when Dominic, my tailor for the last three years, took one look at the loops on my new suit trousers and asked…
I bought a blazer off a resale app three months ago, gray, structured, the kind of thing that photographs like it costs more than it did, and the first thing…
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…
People get remarkably worked up about brown shoes and grey suits, considering the actual stakes involved, which are approximately zero. Nobody has ever lost a job, a marriage, or a…
“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…