I started journaling as soon as I developed both the fine motor skills to hold a crayon as a toddler and the ability to shakily write my ABCs just before kindergarten. I’m self-reflective and analytical to a fault, but after 15 years of putting my thoughts to paper, I somehow still don’t have journaling—something that’s (allegedly) an incredible and meditative tool—figured out…
It was all swingsets with friends and watching Hannah Montana on VHS tapes. It was shrieking on playgrounds and switching schools again and again and again. It was loving classrooms more than the apartment my family shared. It was recess with teachers, and wearing a bright purple leopard print outfit on the first day of third grade because of an obsession with the eighties.
Throughout this season’s Spring/Summer shows, you’d be hard- pressed to ignore a profusion of blazers, collared shirts, ties, and still more ties. Increasingly, fashion weeks have looked more like a cross between yacht-club and fraternity…
In 7th grade, I got braces put on and for each and every following day, I pulled my lips back to inspect my changing mouth in the mirror. Huffs of my breath fogging the glass as I searched for something I never found: a perfect smile…
My body is an hourglass. My color palette: soft summer. I look best in light blues, butter yellows, and baby pinks. Feminine clothes look best. Do not wear anything baggy…
Modern romance has a new aisle: it’s not Tinder, the window table of a coffee shop, or trivia night at your local bar three margaritas in, but an upscale grocery store where, alongside $34 sea moss gummies, love is now something you can shop for…
KitKatClub is a well-known club in Berlin and has been around since 1994. KitKat is known first and foremost as a sex club. But, its vast size allows for sex and regular ongoings of a club to coexist. Sex wasn’t what I was seeking. I simply wanted a space where I could dance without the constraint of clothes…
My work wife is the biggest bitch I know. Let me tell you why.
For starters, I can barely focus on my studies. Just knowing she’s watching and waiting for me to give her attention tears away all concentration…
I met him first in Barcelona, in the dim light of a friend of a friend’s apartment. He wore a cropped graphic t-shirt and baggy jeans, his nails were painted black, and each knuckle displayed a different thrifted ring. We talked about reality television, as Love Island had just finished, but the conversation rapidly spiraled into a heated debate regarding the free use of filler injections…