Yesterday, I started part one of my two part piece on my year in fashion. Although I could delve into just how evil my boss J was or how he was one of the biggest divas I had ever met or how whenever he yelled at me he'd then corner me in the supply closet to "reassure" me that he did actually love me, need me and as he told his wife, supposedly, could never live without me, this isn't The Devil Wears Prada type of story.
There's nothing like coming home after your last Fashion Week show, curling up on the couch with a few of your miniature bottles, and watching a program in which divas sing and dance for a whole two hours. Sadly, nothing like that w... Read Post
Once “The 13-Year-Old Fashion Blogger,” Tavi Gevinson is now officially The 15-Year-Old Editor. Her site for teenage girls, Rookie, is up and running as of yesterday and we’re impressed. Although it’s been a while, I’m pretty sure t... Read Post