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
Sacred Mornings
It's 4:49am as I write this. I've been up since 2:30 and haven't been able to fall back asleep; perhaps it was the two soy lattes I consumed during the day? Or was it the consecutive cups of green tea, sipped and refilled multiple times between coffee runs? The Lord Jones, I love you—but even your ... 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