What are you still doing here? Is it 2011 again and nobody told me? Im now blogging at Boredom Is The Enemy (BITE), if you can tear yourself away from the Royal Wedding long enough to take a look. He...
If you havent noticed, Ive been on hiatus.These past few months have brought a great deal of powerful and positive change, and Im looking forward to blogging with relative frequency again as soon as ...
Well. Ive done it. After sorting through 22 years worth of free t-shirts and impulse buys, selling those that were in good enough condition and donating the rest, gradually swapping out my H&M basics...
I was recently approached by Off Our Chests, a collaborative blog and organization that champions the fairly unobjectionable goal of making the world a happier place. Their request? Style an outfit a...
I have a little problem.This cupcake isnt it.Im referring to my oven. We are constantly at war. It teams up with my smoke detector to gangbang my culinary self-esteem on a regular basis. Up until Fri...
Wrists are sexy.Ive known it since I first watched the bathroom scene Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Tell me Daniel and Ruperts exposed forearms didnt make your 13-year-old loins quicken wi...
Its official: man repelling has gone mainstream.Like so many movements in fashion, it began almost imperceptibly, an organic call to arms bubbling up from the dregs of society (or in this case, the U...
Gather your meemaw. Pack your fox fur. Fatten your pig.The floods are coming.Im not big on dressing for the weather. I tend to weigh the time Ill suffer the wrath of the elements (typically about sev...
Hey! Hey guys, its me! Your patron saint of practicality and poise, who wears shorts in negative temperatures and takes outfit photos in public restrooms!(High-fashion cuticle scrutiny.)(High-fashion...
I hated this years spring fashion shows.While last years collections (whimsical Miu Miu! Minimalist Chloé! Refugee-glam Balmain! Not to mention Karls überfemme farmyard circus for Chanel) inspired me...
Boys and girls, Im here today to talk to you about crack.Or rather, crack cookies, as my brother and I affectionately refer to those toxic, toothachingly sweet pillows of flour and sugar sold at groc...
The way I see it, we have two options.a) We can act like all I want for Christmas is world peace, orb) We can collectively drool over the pretty things on my wish list.Which sounds like more fun to y...
The holidays have a way of amplifying whatever youre feeling by about a hundredfold. Thats all well and good if youre happy and in love, but if your season is shaping up to bring more silent nights t...
The inverse relationship between form and function is well-documented when it comes to clothes. Are my flannel pajamas and shearling moccasins the most deliciously cozy items to ever adorn my person?...
I have an exceptionally low tolerance for things that are fake. Fake people, fake Christmas trees, fake designer handbags, fake orgasms (dont be a quitter. Youre only cheating yourself), fake convers...
OMFG WHAT I HAVE A BLOG?! Yeah, sorry about that. High time I stopped living my life and got back to writing about it instead. Rude of me. Wont happen again.Today I felt like Moses. Wanna know why?Be...
My diet is about as Mediterranean as they come. On any given day, a survey of my fridge is likely to include Greek yogurt, feta cheese, olives, pita bread, Roman tuna salad, stuffed grape leaves and,...
Okay. I get it. Youre sick of my nude bandage booties. I have heard your cries, and I have responded by purchasing:A practical pair of knee-high orange suede moccasins. One of the perks of working at...
This one time, at band camp (in the Condé Nast digital studios), I didnt have to set my camera timer and sprint into a cheesecakey pose. There was a real live photographer. And a makeup artist hired ...
I feel like Taio Cruz and I would really hit it off, because I, too, throw my hands up in the air sometimes.Presumably unlike Taio, I also attack my hair with craft scissors sometimes. I think my ban...
Ive always relished being a sort of anti-domestic diva. I blame Sex and the City. Theres something charming about the way Carrie Bradshaw squeals, "I keep sweaters in my stove!" (on second th...
Ah, Times Square: feared by natives, revered by tourists, thoroughly indescribable to anyone who has never experienced the madness. After spending five days a week in New Yorks legendary hub of overp...
With all the clothes, shoes, purses and accessories we have at our disposal, it’s easy to forget that our hair and makeup say as much about our personal style as what we put on our bodies. Pop in you...
I love being naked. I may masquerade as a clotheshorse by day, but if I’m lounging around in the privacy of my apartment, I can’t get out of my clothes fast enough. I’m not a cavewoman - I’ll throw o...
Occasionally, an item of clothing will wrangle out of me an entirely inappropriate public reaction. It usually happens when I’m killing time in a store with no intention of buying or even trying anyt...
Its been threatening to rain for three days now. I keep dressing down in anticipation. It has yet to so much as sprinkle. Infuriating. On the bright side, these fake-out forecasts have given me a cha...
It’s around this point in any given summer that I typically begin to develop a hint of weather-related wanderlust. These three steamy months are a particular brand of laissez-faire delightful, but th...
Remember when I decided to embark on a search for the perfect vintage loafers?Found these in Second Best Thrift in Astoria, Queens. Literally the best thrift store I have ever visited. I realize this...
I have an embarrassing obsession. An UGH-bsession, if you will. With ABC Family’s new teen drama/thriller Pretty Little Liars. For those unfamiliar with the basic premise, the series centers on a cli...
I love everything French. (Okay, not French dressing. I’m actually morally opposed to salad dressing. Don’t get me started.) I took five years of Spanish in middle and high school after being told it...
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