Here’s something I’d surely lose my job at any respectable fashion magazine doing today, around the year 2019: I purchase items off TikTok. I, a 30-something fashion editor who’s been…
My editor laughed out loud when I told her I’d dress based on TikTok’s trending hashtags for a week straight. Honestly, so did I. At first. “Yeah, right,” I said,…
When people find out that I love thrifting (which is something I actively yell into the internet void about at least twice a week), the immediate follow-up questions are always:…
This was supposed to be a joke. Somewhere between the first and second round of natural wine at Emma’s birthday dinner, someone dared me to recreate iconic movie outfits using…
It began, as all terrible ideas start, at 1 AM on a Tuesday after I’d had three glasses of wine and too much time on my hands. I was lost…
If you had told me ten years ago, when I first started working in fashion, that I still wouldn’t have nailed down my personal style by now, I would have…
Last Tuesday, I humiliated myself at Bergdorf’s. No, make that seriously humiliated myself at Bergdorf’s. You know, the kind of embarrassed-that-could-fill-out-a-whole-row-on-your-Shame-Charts™ moment when you start to question your name and…
Backstage at Miu Miu’s spring show last month, I did my best not to trip over aggressively thin models or whisper-yet-still-incredibly-pricey dresses as I pretended to blend into the scenery.…
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…
Last month, I was visiting my mom on Cape Cod—she had guilt-tripped me into coming to see her new “investment pieces” (read: three basically identical beige linen shirts that were…