I continue to be intrigued by the wisdom imparted by Jennifer L Scott in “Lessons from Madame Chic.” And I swear I’m not getting paid to write about it – I even ordered this book myself in hard-copy form. You know that I mean business when that happens! Anywhoodle, I came across a passage where
I was going through my clothing, and I pulled out what remains my all time favorite sweatshirt. It’s falling apart. Most of the neck is ripped out. It’s stained. There are holes around it. The elastic at the wrists has long failed. And I absolutely refuse to get rid of it.
These are the fashion questions I want answers to today. Please consult your experts (or Wikipedia). Are there any police officers or detectives reading this blog? This question is for you, particularly if you are female. When you go out into a dangerous situation on the job, do you routinely wear only a tight tank
I headed up to the Getty on Friday night to take in the Herb Ritts exhibition and a sunset. I’m happy to say that this time around both things were actually achieved! Obviously, the photographs were amazing. This I anticipated. What I didn’t anticipate is my newly found desire to become a photographer. And I
I’m trying to grasp the subtle (and not so subtle) nuances associated with clothing messaging—and I don’t mean t-shirt logos. Don’t worry if you are confused. I am also befuddled by the concept. Apparently, there continues to be a vast underground network that decides the meaning of certain accessories and fabric colors. For instance, this