The ‘no face, no case’ to ‘lover girl’ pipeline isn’t that long. Loving a man has never felt trendier.

Everyone’s a brand, so everyone’s a suspect.

It started with a Whistler invite et ended with a revelation: maybe the boyz have lost the plot on self-respect.

No one talks about how your thirties are absent of PR birthdays, but I will!

I’m not policing who buys what, but we should talk about designer déjà vu.

Is the industry in her group therapy era?

While making space for a new pair of boots, I came across a six year old alteration promise.

Nothing has your back quite like a white tank.

I just wanted everyone to have a good time. Even the knife guys.

Anna steps aside, Jonathan steps in, et we all grow up a little more. Awww.

A confessional in three acts (et one Afterpay).

Dressing up won’t fix a thing—but when everything’s going wrong, I feel like I still owe it to myself to look right.

Before you ask, here's the Met Gala theme, the history et the homework.

On dream bags, trend fatigue, et why I still haven’t picked my first designer handbag.

I haven’t felt the sun in eons. Until further notice, I’ll be surviving off memories. (Not out of office, but out of mind)

Mark my words, these 20s are about to roar.

Went deep into my personal archives et came up with coming-of-age couture. 

Holding space for the pursuit of pleasure while manifesting romance.

How to combat hyper-independence. (Hint: it’s really hard)