I don’t think my tiny little defense of KJ is proverbially wiping her tears late at night—I doubt she’s even crying. It’s more about getting people to rethink WHY they get so riled up by some lithe young woman who’s totally killing it.
An Equipment pajama set has me convinced that decadent PJ’s are a snooze-but-not-lose situation. Find out why, and check out my current favorite brands–after zee jump.
Coveting languid basics in shades of white and denim, and sharing some favorite new tunes to take them all off to.
Introducing The Focal Point, a recurring feature that will review specific fashion collections. First up, I’m unpacking the broad appeal of Louis Vuitton’s Cruise 2015 collection, as crafted by the fashion world’s collective lover-boy, Nicolas Ghesquiere.
These lists are fashion content at its worst: regurgitated “guidance” with roots that should be more at home sometime around 1950.
A recent post on Man Repeller declares that belly buttons are the new nipples on the scale of shock-worthy body embellishments to reveal in public. While that may be the case for your average woman, it was laughable to me, because guess what? I don’t even have a belly button.
“Write normcore on a post it note and have someone shit on it. Call it art.” Sorry if you’ve been holding your breath, but my self-directed-real-talk is BACK, and it’s pretty extensive to make up for lost time.
With enough baggage entrenched in our lives already, the things we carry can quickly become another burden, and one of the few that’s rather easy to let go of. Yet many of us continue to cling to certain collections, so why is that? What do these arbitrary arrangements do for us, exactly?
A rundown of what’s taking up my brain space these days. Currently very into overnight oats, Leila Yavari, old Destiny’s Child, depressing but insightful Holocaust memoirs, Mad Men, faulty celebrity feminism, etc. Ya know, the usual.