Tag: freelance

on nickel + allergies + the unfortunate combination of the two

What happens when you develop a physical intolerance to your wardrobe? On bondage gear fate and hopeless metal sensitivities, a taste of my latest piece, “Allergic to Fashion,” on the Style Con: “It appeared that my nickel allergy was (quite literally) itching to thwart my accessory style, namely my bondage gear, cc: harness collection, and hence, debilitating my layering game. But what does a fiend do in such an, okay, less literal bind when it...

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a freelance recap

Fresh off my informal writing sabbatical in which I 1) quit my day job and 2) reformulated my life, I present an informal relaunch, plus recap on the self-effacing, cynical fashion criticism we left off on, because I missed initial contribution to both #normcore and that Kimye Vogue cover, and I’ve really genuinely pined after that unique self-employed opportunity to brush Uncle Eddy’s vegan cookie crumbs off my keyboard while sifting through eBay “research.” So without further ado,...

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a sardonic case against “fashion girls”

My latest piece for The Style Con, in which I *satirically* expound upon the “virtues” of dating fashion girls and the absurdity of “reasons to date [romantically marginalized breed of humans]” lists- via my own top ten- poking fun at myself and every fashion fiend I know, with shout-outs to almond milk, Williamsburg photo assistants, and well liquor. My favorites? “8. Your tech start-up will gain serious traction when you’re hobnobbing, er- standing around awkwardly...

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on “je ne sais quoi” and louche-baggery

This week’s Style Con export: 500 words on the Emmanuelle Alt syndrome, re: Isabel Marant pour H&M; in which I crack jokes on sneaker wedges and Coca Light’s nutrition facts, and title it “On ‘Je Ne Sais Quoi’ and Louche-Baggery,” because c’mon, it was too easy. Superfluous excerpt, below, and please note the absence of the term “chic.” (You’re welcome.) “Do I blame Alt, or Marant, or even Christophe Decarnin? No, no, it’s not their...

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on transcendental meditation, a love story

Dollar bills as a cocktail waitress aren’t near as fun as those from 1000 words, so I present more freelance, via an essay I wrote for Refinery29 about my lifelong practice of Transcendental Meditation, because pure consciousness, diving within the depths of my being, is the most beautiful, powerful thing I have ever experienced- and I get to do it twice a day. Read it here, and learn more about the technique here. Photo by...

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