Black Market Lace

Since the luxury clothing brand Rodarte made its debut on the 2005 cover of Women’s Wear Daily, founders Kate and Laura Mulleavy have put the CFDA Womenswear Designer of the Year award, multiple years on Vogue’s Top 10 collections list, and the hearts of countless critics under their glittering belts. Even if you don’t know…

In Memory of Ren Hang

Photographer Ren Hang was born in Jilin, China in 1987, and never went to art school. After briefly studying marketing in college, Ren abandoned his schooling for photography, and soon became notorious for sending the Chinese government scrambling with his work. In 2013, Ren’s photos were featured in the ultra-renowned Chinese activist and artist Ai…

Designer spotlight: Rosie Assoulin

Rosie Assoulin is a designer who provokes a feeling of the surreal; firstly for her designs, but also for the level accessibility her career path has had. Assoulin only launched her brand in 2013, but she made an immediate impact, with Vogue having consistently kept their finger on her playful creations’ pulse, and her clothing…

Best of 2017 Runways (So Far)

For those of you who read my last article, you know a little bit about how complicated the term “season” can be. Currently, New York Fashion Week is happening, but the garments going down the runway aren’t spring collections–at least, not spring ready-to-wear. Ready-to-wear collections are meant to be the clothes that someone would wear…

Fashion Disaster and Trend Trash

Somewhere in our minds, there is an understanding that many feats or goals in life are impossible to produce in an instant. There are countless proverbs that reflect this understanding: “Rome wasn’t built in one day.” “Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.” In Italian, there is “la gatta frettolosa ha fatto i gattini…

Bold, Naked, Italian Spring

Versace, Dolce and Gabbana, even Gucci (which arguably tried to get out of Italy more than it tried to build an industry there) are all great, but the brand that put Italy on the map as a global fashion center was Missoni. The short and sweet of the Missoni aesthetic: Knits, zig-zags, and kaleidoscopic bold…

The Importance of Identifying Experts (In Any Field)

For as long as civilization has had the stability, and by extension the spare time, to allow a person to become specialized, we have been in love with the existence of mastery. Masters were noticed for being the most capable, unique, or precise at what they did, and the consistent attention given to them would…

Talking Isn’t Enough

It’s been a while since I’ve posted on this blog, and fortunately it hasn’t been because I’m lazy or gave up on it (hopefully this doesn’t disappoint anyone.) If left to my own devices, especially when I’m feeling sad, I stay inside a lot. This habit is not without its bright sides. I watch a…

Don’t Tell Me to Culotte My Jets

Culottes are now without a doubt the most fetching thing to cover your butt with. While in Milan, a friend and I had recurring discussions about the usually wide-leg, knee-length trouser sweeping fashionable shins around the globe known as the culotte. Specifically, she had some, wanted to wear them, but wasn’t exactly sure how. We…

The Heart of The Incredible Heat Machines

Jefferson Harris and Robalu Gibsun are challenging the perceived division between the musician and the artist. Their album, Incredible Heat Machines—the debut product of their combined work as the hip-hop duo “Soluh!”—is not just a compilation of thought provoking lyrics and head-bopping beats. It is the memoirs of a culture, told through the eyes of…

Kind of Good, Kind of Gross

There is something wonderful about things that have an undertone of grossness to them. Not physically dirty, but grotesque; somewhat uncomfortable to look at. I’ve always felt that way. As a child, my favorite playground activity was digging up worms I could find under the mulch and crosshatching them like the latticework of a pie. If blame is…

Don’t Bring Me Gown

From the Piazza Duomo to the Arco della Pace, the streets of Milan are packed, crowded mostly with women 5’9” and up, all dressed to the nines. With their frames aglow from the camera flashes, it’s like being in the most glittering tin of sardines the world has ever seen. Or, at least, that I’ve…