Okay, that title is totally misleading because I have no way to wear white and not be a complete mess. Yet somehow I did it. My friend Sylvia and I scheduled a lunch together to catch up and talk blogging; she was invited to an influencer event afterward and invited…
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Winnie Beale had on a worker’s peaked cap, properly tilted over one eye, and the squarish, broad-shouldered suit offered by Schiaparelli that was popular for communist events. Elsa Schiaparelli had journeyed to Moscow in 1935 to observe the workers’ styles that would, it was felt, now take precedence in the…
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I love me some Diane von Furstenberg. I think the woman is a total and complete badass. I recently was at a fashion-related event where I overheard two women discussing how Diane became a sell-out, how she’s too into social media, bloggers, and branding and not enough into her craft.…
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Age is but a number. Really people, it is. It’s not a euphemism that allows adults to wear Care Bear shirts and skip across the parking lot to Starbucks, but it isn’t a steadfast bar where you have to adjust your life to fit it. I spent my lunch in…
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