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…
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…