Last Sunday was spent at the Guggenheim—an idea that I seemed to share with half of New York (likely the Fashion Week attendees who wanted to squeeze in a visit before jetting off to London)—so what I thought would be an hour of silence and solitude was actually one spent navigating flocks of black ... Read More
‘Tis the Season
Sweats for Christmas, but make it fashion. Merry Christmas Eve! I'm writing this in bed from my "childhood" home, a setting (and notion) that would garner instant sentimentality points if it weren't so misleading. I am very much so spending Christmas at my parent's house, but the truth is, ... Read More
Mondays Are Fine
It's Sunday night as I write this. Still bright, no longer foggy but still lingering is a palpable humidity in the air. My belly is big, bloated—but for once in my life, I don't mind. Instead I'm content from where I sit, even though my waistband feels tight. A thick, fluffy bathrobe hides ... Read More