Consider this your unofficial FIDSTORY fashion designer guarantee: I will now get furious texts from stylist friends when this posts. But y’know what? Newsflash: I’m terrible at keeping secrets that…
There is a photo of my great-grandfather sitting on my mum’s fireplace mantel in Atlanta. It’s from 1985 and he’s standing outside of his church, dressed to the nines. High-waisted…
Hang with me here. I know what you’re thinking because I used to think it too. How can someone who writes about sustainable fashion be advocating regularly wearing the same…
It’s Thursday morning and I’m running to make the lift in my building when the doors open again with my neighbour rushing in behind me. Sarah, who lives on the…
I was backstage at a fashion week adjacent show. You know the ones; one of those stark white/black set shoots where everyone takes themselves far too seriously for discussion of…
My bedroom floor looked like a homicide scene last October. Instead of bodies silhouetted with chalk, there were piles of clothes strewn about. Literal piles. Mountains. Cliffs. Seven years’ worth…
My mother made one huge mistake last Christmas when she said yes to my request to come stay with her and “just quickly look through some boxes” to find childhood…
I discovered my mum’s collection of fanny packs last month while digging through her closet; you read that right, collection. I didn’t stop at one or two. She had an…
Okay fine: The vibe right now is that everyone wants to look like they have a PhD in art history. And I will admit: I am absolutely here for it.…
“Don’t look yet,” said the stylist, holding something near the model’s blouse. “I’m doing the ice cube trick.” I sat in the corner of the photo studio, pretending to blend…