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…
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…
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…
“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…
It began on a rainy Sunday afternoon with an ancient photo album. I had returned home to Connecticut for the weekend to “help” my parents clean out their basement. In…
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…
Allow me to preface this story with my deeply ingrained skepticism of any fashion formula described as “foolproof.” Between 27 years of life and 15 years of working in fashion,…
Before we begin: Hear me out. I like black clothes. But not all the time; I’m not wearing Head-to-Toe黑 today to plead my case; I’m wearing slouchy grey jeans and…
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…
I first spotted them last summer, on my annual trip to the Hamptons. (Fun fact: I don’t own a home in the Hamptons! God, I wish. What I do is…