I Tried the Viral ‘Get Ready With Me’ Challenge Using Only Thrifted Pieces
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…
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…
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…
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.…
Let me tell you about the Tuesday I almost threw my phone out my 15th-floor office window while trying to recreate what looked like the world’s most effortless business casual…
There’s this photo on my mom’s mantelpiece back in Atlanta – my great-grandfather in 1985, standing outside his church in his Sunday best. High-waisted pleated pants, suspenders, a cardigan buttoned…
My bedroom looked like a crime scene last October, but instead of chalk outlines, there were piles of clothes everywhere. I’m talking actual mountains of fabric – seven years of…
Okay, so picture this: I’m standing in Target last Tuesday, staring at myself in one of those horrible fluorescent-lit mirrors they have in the fitting rooms, and I literally looked…