Tag: fashion

being combative, defending headwear

In today’s edition of “Show and Tell: Freelancers ‘R’ Us,” I present to you last week’s piece on awkward hats for the Style Con, in which I fetishize fashion headgear and argue against self-proclaimed fashion experimentalists who insist on odd hats’ triviality (cough cough Man Repeller cough), because I like to be divisive, but, like, hello, you guys already knew that. A little taste, below: “Ladies of style from here to Wetumpka are aware of...

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let’s talk about socks, baby

It’s my sock drawer and I can lust after it if I want to, so I wrote a subdued love letter to patterned ankle huggers everywhere and question the street style resurgence of my “Revenge of the Nerds”-style staple. Read me here, and don’t forget your protractor.  

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from the archives // black magic

Last weekend, buckling myself into one of Zana Bayne’s sacred pentagram harnesses, I set out for South Jersey’s 10th Annual Pagan Festival- but before your imagination runs wild with visions of virgin sacrifices and folk dancing around a maypole, and seeing as I have yet to master spells/the witches’ alphabet, and as timing did not oblige, my car full of curious freaks traded tarot readings and bands of gypsies for the lines at a suburban...

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on fashion zombies and happy pills // a diatribe

Because I wrote a piece for online start-up The Style Con, wherein I discuss the demonization of critique, the bastardization of reviews, and egotistical oversensitivity- with a nod to the Macarena- and if you don’t read it then I expect a full pumpkin pie (with ice cream) in conjunction with your sincerest apologies. [1] Backstage at Thom Browne, S/S 2014.

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[in]security and [in]sensitivity // a test drive

I publicly shared my first notable experience of fashion bullying following the first outing of one particularly attention mongering look a mere two months ago, and I type before you today, sharing the more prolific teasing of the apparently comical combination of crushed Comme des Garcons and CitiBikes, because 1) I found the experience somewhat transcendental, and 2) there is endless entertainment in laughing with/at my [many] pitfalls. Hence, in tragic hyperbole, let us recount...

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