The incident that changed my entire perspective on luxury fashion happened in the Style Compass USA elevator, of all places. Picture this: I’m standing there in my usual work uniform—oversized…
Let’s get something straight: I’m a black clothing person. Not exclusively—I’m not one of those fashion editors who looks like they’re perpetually en route to a Chelsea gallery opening or…
It started with a rainy Sunday afternoon and a dusty photo album I found while helping my parents clean out their basement. I was home for the weekend, ostensibly to…
Last Christmas, I made the mistake of asking my mother if I could “just quickly look through” the boxes in her attic for some childhood photos for a personal project.…
Let me tell you about the Tuesday I almost threw my phone out my 15th-floor office window while trying to recreate what looked like the world’s most effortless business casual…
There’s this photo on my mom’s mantelpiece back in Atlanta – my great-grandfather in 1985, standing outside his church in his Sunday best. High-waisted pleated pants, suspenders, a cardigan buttoned…
My bedroom looked like a crime scene last October, but instead of chalk outlines, there were piles of clothes everywhere. I’m talking actual mountains of fabric – seven years of…
Okay, so picture this: I’m standing in Target last Tuesday, staring at myself in one of those horrible fluorescent-lit mirrors they have in the fitting rooms, and I literally looked…
So there I was, squeezed into the back of an Uber with my boss heading to a client meeting, trying not to let my knees hit the ceiling because apparently…
So this whole mess started because I can’t make basic decisions about what to wear. I’m standing in my closet every morning like I’m solving some kind of mathematical equation,…