My introduction to fashion’s best-kept secret happened three years ago in the Style Compass USA bathroom, of all places. I was washing my hands when Simone, our notoriously intimidating fashion…
So I’m sitting in this impossibly chic café in Soho last week, the kind with $7 lattes and uncomfortable chairs that somehow still make you want to stay for hours.…
Last month during New York Fashion Week, I found myself crammed into the back row of a buzzy designer’s show (name withheld to protect my already tenuous industry relationships), frantically…
Last week, I was doomscrolling through runway photos at 1 AM (a professional obligation, I tell myself, though my therapist disagrees) when something stopped my thumb mid-swipe. There on my…