The incident that changed my entire perspective on luxury fashion happened in the Style Compass USA elevator, of all places. Picture this: I’m standing there in my usual work uniform—oversized…
It happened at a Prada show last fall. I was squished into one of those impossibly small fashion week folding chairs, mentally calculating how many instant ramen packets I’d need…
If you’ve ever stood in front of your closet feeling like you have absolutely nothing to wear despite the fact that you can barely close your dresser drawers, I have…
The first time I saw a celebrity stylist use the “reverse dressing” technique, I genuinely thought she was having some kind of mental break. It was 2018, and I was…
The entire ridiculous experiment started because I packed wrong for Paris Fashion Week last season. Not a little wrong—catastrophically, what-was-I-thinking wrong. The kind of wrong that finds you standing in…
For the past five years, we’ve been collectively drowning in a sea of beige. You know the look—pristine cream sofas no child has ever touched, supposedly “effortless” neutral linen wardrobes…
I first noticed it last summer during my annual pilgrimage to the Hamptons—not because I own property there (God, I wish), but because my college roommate Mia married obscenely well…
I still remember exactly where I was when I first saw it. June 1994, sprawled across my parents’ couch with a bowl of Lucky Charms, flipping through channels because summer…
I still remember exactly where I was when I first spotted it. Standing in line at my local coffee shop in Williamsburg, killing time on Instagram, dodging emails from my…
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…