I have cried more times in the bra aisle than any human ever should. You name the store, I’ve probably been reduced to tears: H&M, Target, Victoria’s Secret (this could go on for a while). I’ve spent years trying to understand why all the beautiful bras halt at a size B.
It’s not easy choosing a shirt to wear out on a Saturday night. Maybe it doesn’t take you as long as it takes me, but I always try to match my ensemble based on the elements of the evening. Is this a night with the girls or the guys? Bar or club? Dinner or just drinks?
I have a firm belief that it’s impossible to look polished without nail polish. It’s the final accessory to an outfit that not only completes a look, but makes you look utterly put together. It’s so important that it of course slips my mind until the last minute all the time.
I hate to admit it, but I totally missed the TOMS boat last season. I remember walking around in my neighborhood, and noticing every girl who walked by was wearing them, which was surprising to me because the first time I saw someone wearing them I thought they were vintage.
I’m sure swimsuit shopping is the last thing on your mind right now. You usually don’t expect to think about the most horrible time of the year so close to the most wonderful time of the year. Until that last minute vacation invite pops up, and you realize you need to find a suit in the middle of a blizzard.
Let’s be honest, money stored in your cleavage is not sexy. What comes next…your lip gloss, cell phone, camera? (You gotta be packing some major weight up there to store all that.) When your skinny jeans pockets are so tight and small that they’re non-existent, don’t be tempted to store things where you think no one will see.
Which is more irrational: the decision to wear 5-inch heels in the snow, slush and ice, or that slinky top without a coat because you don’t want to hold one at the party? The bigger question is: who cares? Because frostbite doesn't hurt so much after you've had a couple cocktails, right?
Tis the season of endless holiday parties and panicking about not having anything to wear to them. Just because it’s the holidays doesn’t mean you have to wear a red or green ensemble (unless you’re attending the infamous “Ugly Sweater” party) and tacky holiday themed accessories. Please put those snowman earrings away now. And by away, I mean in the garbage.
I’ll never forget the year that Uggs first became popular, also known as the year that everyone on campus started to look like the science school had cloned humans. Maybe you remember the trend from bottom to top: It started with the tan (salt-stained) Uggs, and the black leggings, and the oversized shirt-dress.
Let’s be honest, our main concerns in the winter are not just staying warm, but also trying to avoid hypothermia without having to resort to the Michelin Man look.
I’ve been afraid of patterned tights since Gossip Girl made them such a trend. They look a tad bit tricky to pull off, which so makes me want to be the one who can pull them off perfectly.
’m pining over something a little different this week. It’s a little outside my comfort zone, and that’s exactly why I’m in love. It’s not a plunging neckline or a skimpy skirt, it’s actually a super cool ring.
I’m almost positive that I am not the only woman who wants to accent my assets and disguise my least favorite attributes. There’s no point in buying clothes that don’t make you feel fantastic - they should show what you want to show while smoothing out any imperfections (hint hint - last week’s waist belt).
The quintessential waist belt was not created to hold anything up. It doesn’t fit into loops, it offers no form of support, it’s not durable and it doesn’t save the world from your plumber's crack. So what does this basic wardrobe staple do for you?
I survived most of my years in college by borrowing clothes. Most weekends I had another girl’s shirt on my back because I never had any “going out clothes” or the pocket change to spare on them. But some girls had closets and dressers and hampers full of amazing shirts that, after a few drinks, they were always willing to share.
Victoria's Secret knows sexy - there’s no doubting that. But they also know that you don’t need to be in nothing but your $50 bra to feel sexy; all you need is this pair of leggings.
I’m not a girl who’s skilled enough to wear heels. I’m not sure what the problem is, but every attempt at stiletto sex kitten I’ve ever made has resulted in scars of the physical and emotional nature.
I admit it: I'm a slave to trends. As much as I’d rather be a trendsetter (like Nicole Richie, not Lady Gaga), I’m regretfully a complete lemming. It’s not that I’m not a risk taker, more so that I’ve been completely brainwashed by the fashion industry (like when professors insist you need to read the text to pass) to like what’s available.
I’m not entirely sure how Louis Vuitton does it, but the brand is fantastic at making women look sophisticated and chic while still flaunting a dangerously low neckline. (I guess that's why they can get away with charging 3 months rent for a shirt....) I have been having borderline inappropriate dreams about praise this dress from the LV Fall 2010 collection
September marks that fine time of year when I finally feel it’s socially acceptable to implement all the fashion trends I learned during fall Fashion Week without soaking them in August sweat stains. I watched the shows, I made mental notes, and I’m ready to sacrifice a heat stroke and a paycheck if the cool of Autumn decides to be fashionably late this year.
Military-inspired clothing is one of the biggest trends for fall, and while I’m not opposed to the idea, I am having a hard time picturing it fitting into my wardrobe. The trend is so tough and structured that it’s hard to imagine it meshing well with my girly floral dresses or my rocker-chick leather boots (which have enough tough all on their own).
So I’ve hit that point in the summer (which usually comes after a couple hot-as-death-weeks) where I start craving my leather boots. I’m not going to lie if you walked into my apartment unannounced I may or may not be wearing them around with the AC cranked up pretending that, if for just ten minutes, it is finally fall.
I’m a firm supporter of the whole “quality over quantity” argument when it comes to stocking my closet. I believe in having a handful of basic pieces that transcend the trends- a slow accumulation of great handbags, well-made shoes, and basic shirts and pants.
A girl can only own so many pencil skirts. Actually, let me rephrase that. A girl can (and most likely will) own a ton of pencil skirts, but can only wear them so often before it starts to feel like all sense of a fashion identity has been lost.
It’s that time of year again: time to start thinking about Back To School! The time when the dorm assignments flow in and you start mentally decorating your new room. When you start packing and having late-night Gchats with your friends about your first Welcome Week party. When you start searching Amazon for the cheapest books you can find and, more importantly, your go-to comfort pieces for the season.
I’m in a lot of pain right now. I’d like to say it’s physical pain from all the hours I’ve been putting in at the gym, but unfortunately the unbearable heat wave has kept my butt right on the couch watching marathons of Say Yes to The Dress while internet shopping.
I know the whole lingerie as clothing trend has been going on for awhile now, but it’s taken me some major getting used to. I mean really? Lingerie?
I feel like all I’ve been seeing are American flags plastered to every store window and bumper. Which is fine by me. Who’s going to complain about a whole day off from work to down 30 beers and stuff your face with hamburgers? (...And celebrate our country, of course!)
Last week I had a series of outfit mistakes, each one leaving me standing on a subway platform, sweating like a pig, wishing I could strip naked and put on something that wasn’t bringing on hot flashes like a menopausal woman.
I love my big bags, but I love my sanity more and there is just no way I could deal with a 12 pound bag in the sweltering heat of summer. Which means a chic, easy-to wear and most importantly compact(!) bag is on the top of my wish list. And Steve Madden’s Bleigh handbag fits the bill perfectly.
In the winter months I get really moody. And I’m not just talking snapping at people on the subway because my skin hasn’t seen the light of day in months and the lack of Vitamin D has sent me into a permanent state of PMS. Not only my overall disposition, but my entire style changes during the winter.
So I just got back from a glorious seven days lounging on the beach with no worries other then which wine cooler to pop open next and which bathing suit to wear. And of course the second I arrived back at my doorstep I had a major reality check greeting me with open arms. I instantly went from beach bunny to recent-college-grad-desperate to-make-a-dime.
OMG girls, I found THE dress. You know which one I’m talking about. That summer dress that travels at the bottom of your purse everywhere you go. It works for any occasion, any location, at any time. And I have found it: Victoria’s Secrets Strapless Bra Top Dress.
If I tallied the amount of money I have spent on clothing over my lifetime I think I would vomit. At this point I probably could’ve saved up enough to buy a car and a house. And my life could really benefit from those two things right about now as I walk my way across the stage and straight onto the unemployment line.
It was close to impossible to find a magazine this year that didn’t have editors raving over the bandage trend. “They are the most flattering shape of the season!” “For every shape and size!” they cooed. I had one response to that: “Yeah freakin’ right.”
I have an unhealthy obsession with handbags, but then again who doesn’t? It just seems like no matter how many you have thrown in the closet, an outfit always manages to emerge requiring a clutch or hobo that you don’t own