Fashion designer Rachel Antonoff’s career is a testament to the power of keeping your friends and family close by at all times–especially when that crowd is equally as creative. Here, I pick her brain on the good old trifecta that is work, friendship, and love.
I’ve been happily spoiled by my mother’s lack of restrictions, and her never feeling the need to perfect my proverbial picture—allowed to grow up, and slip up on the surface (read: blue eye shadow, bikini tops over t-shirts) without feeling shamed by my choices.
These lists are fashion content at its worst: regurgitated “guidance” with roots that should be more at home sometime around 1950.
Women rethink the narrative they’re born into, laughing at Mean Girls rather than recreating their own version. They aim to bake a great, gooey pie, rather than merely perfecting one rigid, self-absorbed slice.
Inspired by the brilliant Meh List published every week in The Sunday Magazine of The New York Times, I thought I’d start crafting my own, in a similar spirit to the Dear Diary posts.
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.
Because not all mother figures are blood-related, vagina wielding Betty Crockers, okay?
“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.