Why I’m Having an Existential Crisis About Getting Dressed Every Morning
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…