I squint in the dark, hands groping for Phillip Lim's. can't find them—how? they're huge—so I make a grab for the mug of hot lemon water. Don't need perfect eyesight to drink. I squint again. It's sour, a good kinda sour. My eyes adjust (as do my taste buds.) One hour later I'm in d o w n w a r ... Read More
Four-Eyed Girl
I was one of those weird kids who never had a problem with my near-sightedness. Maybe it's because I've needed prescription lenses since the first grade, or perhaps I was too engrossed in books and ballet classes to register their "un-cool" factor. Whatever. No one called me four eyes, and even if ... Read More
The Review: NARS ‘Sin’
It's nearly 12 p.m. and I have yet to move from my bed. I've been in this vegetative state, but I'm not to be blamed—this book is. I debated staying in bed for another half and hour to finish the last chapters, but given that (a) I haven't yet had my obligatory morning dose of caffeine, and (b) a ... Read More