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?
“I always say that if you can’t get inspired in New York, you can’t get inspired anywhere.” Rebecca Taylor is one of the few designers who manages to tap into my girlier proclivities, and one who succeeds at designing for every shade and shape of woman. I jumped at the opportunity to pick her brain, and, not surprisingly, she’s as cool as I expected.
While writing and fashion have been fixtures in my life since the very start, running has in the last few years become the third building block with which I craft my character. Get rid of any of these three things, and I would, without a doubt, display some soap-opera-style misery.
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.
These lists are fashion content at its worst: regurgitated “guidance” with roots that should be more at home sometime around 1950.
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.
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 trip to Brooklyn results in a little sartorial nausea, courtesy of the trying-so-hard-to-be-hip transplants crawling out of every nook and cranny. On the other hand, my native-to-NYC friend doesn’t seem to be trying much at all, and blows them out of the water.
A spring forecast of the sartorial-meets-attitude persuasion.