Okay, before you write me off as the lamest millennial in existence (oh hey universe, I see you), let me just say that I’ve become absolutely OBSESSED with fashion/wardrobes on…
I’ll never forget the moment I realised shirt dresses were life-changing. It was at my friend Emma’s garden party last summer and I’d arrived in what I thought was a…
The irony of writing an article about how ChatGPT would completely change my life if only I let it pick out my outfits each day is that I spend way…
Last Tuesday evening, I was laying on my couch, three glasses into a bottle of sauvignon blanc I’d opened “just to enjoy one glass with dinner,” mindlessly scrolling through footage…
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…
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.…
The text had arrived precisely at 11:17 AM on a Sunday morning: EMERGENCY. GET TO CAFE LEON NOW. From my friend Mia. Who almost never texts in all caps, and…
On Tuesday morning last week, I experienced what I’ve come to think of as a “fashion dissociative episode.” It was 7: 45am and I had a meeting with a key…