Here’s the thing: I’ve spent years trying to understand why French girls always look cool and put-together, while I’ve never been able to replicate their style. OK, let’s be real:…
She was quietly rich. Not hip new-money rich, popped-collar Balenciaga hoodie kind of rich. Old rich. Sofa upholstery-that-matchsa-million-dollar-view rich. The cashmere jumper draped over her shoulders wasn’t screaming wealth. There…
I was 11 years old when I saw it. June 1994, lying on the couch of my parents’ vacantly flipping through channels. Just a lazy Sunday ruined by too much…
Earlier last week, my 19-year-old cousin Zoe FaceTimed me looking like she was in a fashion crisis. Not that crises; she’s apparently dialed me for style emergencies on multiple occasions.…