My first British festival was basically a masterclass in how not to dress for three days in a field. Picture this trainwreck: white linen trousers (I KNOW), a silky camisole…
So I’m standing in the middle of ACL last year, right? It’s absolutely pouring because of course it is, and I look down to see literally hundreds of people wearing…
I need to confess something embarrassing. Three years ago, I dropped $450 on a single blazer from Theory. Four hundred and fifty dollars. For one blazer. When my mom found…
Okay, I need to come clean about something that might seriously damage my credibility as someone who works in finance and supposedly has her life together: I’ve watched every single…
I’ll never forget this dinner I went to in London a few years back – work thing, sitting next to this woman who looked absolutely perfect in what seemed like…
I was in the middle of a client call last month when my mom texted me asking where she should buy towels now. Not exactly urgent, but there was something…
The first time I wore a Barbour jacket, I basically looked like I was playing dress-up as someone with a trust fund and a weekend place in the Cotswolds. Not…
The invitation literally sat on my kitchen counter in Boston for a week. Not three days like a normal person would hesitate – a full seven days of me walking…
Okay, I need to come clean about something that’s honestly kind of embarrassing for someone who supposedly writes about budget fashion – I am completely obsessed with that whole Cotswolds…
Okay, so picture this: last summer I somehow ended up at this ridiculously English garden party in Oxfordshire that was like… if someone asked AI to generate “quintessentially British upper…