Let’s be honest about celebrity fashion for a second, shall we? For every groundbreaking Zendaya red carpet moment meticulously crafted by Law Roach, there are fifty starlets in virtually identical…
The woman across from me at the coffee shop looked like money. Not the flashy, new-to-wealth kind with obvious logos plastered across her chest, but the kind that’s been comfortable…
Last Tuesday morning, I stood in front of my closet having what I’ve come to call a “fashion dissociative episode.” It was 7:45 AM, I had a 9:00 AM meeting…
I’ve always been suspicious of any fashion advice that promises to be “foolproof.” Twenty-seven years of getting dressed and fifteen years in the fashion industry have taught me that personal…
Let’s get something straight: I’m a black clothing person. Not exclusively—I’m not one of those fashion editors who looks like they’re perpetually en route to a Chelsea gallery opening or…
The text came in at exactly 11:17 AM on a Sunday. “EMERGENCY. GET TO CAFE LEON NOW.” It was from my friend Mia, who doesn’t typically text in all caps…
I was rifling through my mom’s closet last month during a weekend visit to Brooklyn when I stumbled across her fanny pack collection—yes, collection. Not one or two, but a…
It started with a rainy Sunday afternoon and a dusty photo album I found while helping my parents clean out their basement. I was home for the weekend, ostensibly to…
Last Christmas, I made the mistake of asking my mother if I could “just quickly look through” the boxes in her attic for some childhood photos for a personal project.…
“Don’t look yet,” the stylist commanded, adjusting something on the model’s outfit. “I’m doing the ice cube thing.” I was sitting in the corner of a photography studio in Chelsea,…
“What the hell are people wearing?” This text from my friend Emma came with an image she’d snapped on the subway: a twentysomething woman in what appeared to be an…
You know how sometimes you’re just minding your own business and then your brain decides to ruin your entire month? Yeah, that’s basically what happened to me at Murphy’s Pub…