1. It’s way too easy to get bogged down with Instagram, which, as I’ve said previously, is anything but a healthy pastime, so one of my goals right now is to read better quality writing. I recently subscribed to The New Yorker and Vanity Fair, and best of all, to Lenny Letter, Lena Dunham’s new website. All you gotta do is give them your email address, and then three or so times per week you get an email with stories like this one about why Lena Dunham refuses to be photoshopped by magazines, or this one about why Sarah Silverman believes Bernie Sanders is the best man for the top job (same). It’s great stuff.Click to Continue!
Hey, bonjour mes amis! Je suis arrivé à Paris! I know I say this every season, but I’m always hit with a jolt of inexplicable joy the moment I touch down at Charles de Gaulle. It’s like the clouds open, the sun shines down, and a chorus of tiny angels sings, “Haaaaaalelujah!”Click to Continue!
Photo: Pebbles Hooper It’s my opinion that we’re all shameless label bashers. We’re obsessed with logos and status symbols and things that assist to elevate us above our peers. Even the edgiest, most intellectual, complex fashion lovers will cry if one of their Margiela-identifying stitches comes loose. I thought I was above all that. I really did. That is until I found myself liking a sweater lots the other day because it had Comme des Garcons written on it. And, yes, I was liking it because of the Comme des Garcons that was written on it. Sad, I know. TheClick to Continue!