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…
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…
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…
If you’ve spent your entire adult life working in fashion, like me, you’d assume I’d have it all figured out by now. That I had a developed sense of style;…
One thing I’ll never forget is how and where I realised my Target bag wasn’t real Bottega. I was standing in the lift at Style Compass USA (at least, some…
When I first witnessed a celebrity stylist trick known as “reverse dressing,” I’m pretty sure I thought the stylist was crazy. It was 2018, and I was tagging along with…