Two black models and one Asian in a showing of 54 looks—so, essentially, a sea of white women. Is that wired to the wider world? Not so much.
I’ve worn it so much over the last few years that it is pilling and has a hole in the back—shabby and really not at all chic. But despite how dull it sounds, its origin story is a little unusual.
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.
A rebuttal to The Harvard Lampoon Editor’s recent silly piece about women reaching “peak frump.”
At a recent party, I noticed that five totally different women had gone the super neutral route with their outfits. Being me, I feel the need to explore it further–because a dress can never be just a dress, right?
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.
In his latest WWD column, fashion publisher John Fairfax proclaims that trends are dead. The reality, however, is that fashion trends are nowhere near dead, they just arise from different sources than they once did.
A bad date gets me thinking about the inner-war between the outfits we truly like to wear versus the outfits we sometimes feel we should wear.