Crocs and Justin Bieber, Gucci and The North Face - I sneered at collaborations. What good can a greasy, crooning millennial bring to a pair of rubber shoes? Why would the iconic outdoor recreation brand The North Face think that high fashion is top of mind for those climbing Mount Everest and every smaller mountain under the sun? Frivolous and vain, style collaborations never seemed to center on improving or making something accessible. For all intents and purposes, it was a
I became a convert to tie-dye in my later years. The thought of becoming one with an exploding sun never appealed to me as a style option. Tie-dye is not one for subtlety, and the pairing of primary colors and a vertigo inducing concentric pattern was a little extra - even for someone like me. The truth is anytime a pattern is made from rubber bands and the use of shirt crumpling, pleating and twisting, you’ve got tie-dye on your hands. Tie-dye doesn’t necessarily mean all of
What comes to mind when you think of bohemian style? If you are anything like me, you may see visions of Zoolander’s Hansel traipsing around with his embroidered paisley tops and golden beachy tresses as the world marvels at his chisel and charm. He was so bohemian – and “so hot right now!” Or perhaps you have witnessed the recent resurrection of the Coachella arts and music festival and you envision a brood of cackling millennials, booty shorts, technicolored bralettes and a
Confession: I may have spent the better half of December in dark corners making out with yule logs and artisanal apple pies, and I regret nothing. But with the festivities of the holidays behind me and the sleepy month of February before me, it’s hard to find motivation to put on a bra… let alone reinvent a sleepy winter wardrobe. You may share a similar sentiment as the gray clouds of winter close in on you and style inspiration dwindles. But fret not! There is a simple and
Time stops, hunger ceases and my vacant soul is renewed: these are the consequences when Queer Eye’s Karamo Brown levels you with his gaze. If you can imagine the poise of Oprah, the wisdom of Jesus, and the twerking talents of Miley Cyrus housed in one magnificent being, you will understand the magic that is Karamo Brown. I have never been so confused by one person. He whittles away fear and ego, inviting you to crumble into his all-knowing arms all while sporting the perfec
There are 2 things in life that make my soul writhe in agony: holiday style and holiday music. It’s shiny, kitschy, gobbledygook to which I will never acclimate. Only in December is it acceptable to multitask while listening to a band of children serenade you in falsetto with the imminent coming of Jesus. And only in December is it acceptable to take style cues from a large and jolly white man. When it comes to the holidays, our options seem limited to crushed velvet, lace an
David Rose is the exact manifestation of my internal self. Perhaps it’s his effortless eye roll to the world around him, his unbridled judgment of others nestled in his magnificent brows, or his love affair with all things noir. Before David Rose, the idea of a black-dominant-ensemble-only conjured gothic vibrations and mistaken-restaurant-server identities. Yet with a bit of tailoring and masterful layering, a timeless but admittedly boring staple finds new life. If you are