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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
Welcome to Chaos Glamour, the death of Rich Mum, and the joyful orgy of colour, pattern, and personality that is taking her place. Let’s talk about beige. For the last…