Last summer I experienced one of those life-flashing-before-your-eyes moments when you realize you might need to make some serious changes about how you carry yourself. I’m barreling down a street…
Last month I wore a grey suit into a startup office for the first time and was asked if I was “sporting attire from a funeral”. I kid you not.…
I was killing some time (i.e. procrastinating work I should’ve been doing) at a coffee shop last Tuesday, sitting on the Lincoln Park patio people watching. I’ve always found people…
I was casually reading today through a men’s style magazine. Not Vogue. A menswear supplement – the free newspaper-thick addendum that falls out of national newspapers every Sunday, whose staple…
Hello. I am wearing jeans. Jeans that I’m trying on in the fourth changing room of the day at M&S Plano. This is the hundredth pair of jeans I’ve tried…
The first thing I remember thinking as a teenager wasn’t about sex or independence or any of those clichéd milestones that everyone else insists happened to them. It was about…
It was 10:47 PM. The text read, “OMG HELP! Meeting my girlfriend Sarah’s parents tomorrow and need tips on making my boring-ass clothes not look boring.” It was from Marcus,…
When I first attended London Fashion Week as a fully fledged, card-carrying member of the fashion journalistic elite (as opposed to some freelancing blogging upstart) I nearly herniated myself making…
Last October I ruined my favorite pair of dress shoes. It was actually Jessica’s fault; she talked me into going on what she called a “quick nature hike” last fall…
What does Made in Britain actually mean in 20 24? There’s a pretty big disconnect between what brands are saying on their marketing teams and what’s actually going on behind…