I’ve been thrifting since before it was cool. Actually, scratch that—I’ve been thrifting since it was actively uncool, back when admitting your clothes came from a secondhand store would get…
It started as a tipsy dare at Emma’s birthday dinner. Six of us were crammed into a booth at this dimly lit restaurant in Williamsburg, halfway through our second round…
It started, as all my worst ideas do, at 1 AM on a Tuesday after three glasses of wine and a dangerous amount of scrolling. I was deep in a…
As someone who has spent her entire adult life working in fashion, you’d think I’d have a rock-solid sense of personal style by now. A clearly defined aesthetic that guides…
The tennis skirt first found me in the back of my mother’s closet somewhere around 1998. I was eleven years old, in that awkward phase where my knees seemed disproportionately…
The moment happened three weeks ago at a gallery opening in Chelsea. I was hovering near the free champagne (as one does) when a woman with the kind of expensive…
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…