What do Jack Kerouac, sunshine, shades, and Breakfast at Tiffany’s have in common? Not much, until Warby Parker brought them all together and won over my little heart.
While dabbling in vino, German philosophy, or swaths of cashmere is all well and good, a more all-inclusive strain of luxury has been rapidly forming–one that transcends taut definition and allows for an exciting melange of things high and low, textbook-right and textbook-wrong. To put it simply: luxury has been Kanye West-ed.
You should at least concede that their cover is one of those lovely stick-it-to-the-man scenarios. The man, here, being a white-washed lovechild of privilege and tradition, which in itself has many spawn…this one in particular being the gilded laurels over which Queen Anna Wintour presides.
When fashion week (on week-on week-on week) rolled around last month, I found myself dreading it. This, despite the fact that I’m not directly involved in it in any way.
The Sephora perfume shelves have beckoned to hordes of young girls since my own middle school days, when ones choice of perfume began to connote something more than just simply what they reeked of. My friends and I spent ample time spraying ourselves with various scents and hoarding perfume tester strips that would build up at the bottom of our purses. A detritus of aspiration, if you will—for the seemingly glamorous womanhood that was just out of our grasp.
Hedi Slimane’s collections for Saint Laurent continue to convince me that he is perpetually stuck inside the mind of a fourteen-year-old girl longing to be Kate Moss, and his most recent for Fall/Winter 2014 was no exception.
“I love Sex and the City, but I think it fostered some unhealthy delusions about Manhattan—and journalism, for that matter.” In one of the best 20 SENSE features yet, I’m talking to my favorite new writing-and-life guru, Maura Kutner Walters, about what she learned throughout her twenties, where she gets inspiration, and how to make it as a freelancer.
In light of Cathy Horyn’s resignation from The New York Times and a recent article proclaiming that fashion blogs are “making us dumber,” I decided to explore how, together, these moments represent a larger transformation in the industry: one that shuns individuality and criticism for trend driven group-think.
Talking Yohji Yamamoto, and the freedom that comes with not caring 90% of the time about your clothes, saving your energy for worthier pursuits (like reading to the point of exhaustion).