A new, glamorous era at Gucci has begun and it feels…familiar. Like an Italian starlet driving their Ferrari feels familiar. Like a big pair of sunglasses, and an even bigger fur coat, Gucci’s Spring/Summer 2026 (SS26) show was pure, unfiltered Italian chic…
Once, I paid $120 to go blonde. Now, I trim my split ends in my bathroom mirror. I’m not alone; I know many who are surrendering their platinum hair for dark roots, swapping regular salon visits for $8 box dye from CVS, and getting free haircuts in friends’ bathrooms…
Eggshell. Ivory. Cream. White. Shades of stress for 18-year-old me choosing her high school graduation dress. And of course, I obsessed over the difference between “off-white” and “warm ivory” like it was a life-or-death situation…
It seems a delicious new color has arrived on the scene for summer.
Her name? Butter Yellow…
I often look back on my middle and early high school outfits with disgust. However, I can’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia pang in my chest. Every time one of those ancient “fit checks” taken in the school bathroom mirror pops up, I’m reminded of who I used to be…
One might say lingerie and intimate are synonymous. Plus, it’s true that lingerie is often seen as a symbol of sexiness. But it’s also quiet confidence. You don’t need to be loud to be powerful. When you slip into something soft and delicate, it’s like the world slows down. You’re suddenly untouchable, that’s the magic…
With the rise of social media and the trends that follow it, aestheticization has become a foundational piece to these apps. I have realized that almost every time I go on popular apps like TikTok or Instagram, I see a video of a new trend to follow. A girl can only take so much fashion advice in a world full of overpriced clothing…
The day I shaved my head the first thing I noticed were my silver hoops. They hung from my lobes, pulling at the old, loose piercings, stretching them open. I didn’t notice my two ponytails of hair lying limp on the table in my backyard, or my chia head, or the scratchiness the micro hairs left on my back. Those came second, runner-ups to my silver, dangling hoops that were too heavy for my sleazy earlobes…
The year is hardly underway, and already Paris Fashion Week has confirmed much of what careful aesthetes feared—fashion still has no direction. In recent months, the world of high fashion has experienced a clear game of musical chairs; countless creative directors making unexpected departures from longtime mainstays in the industry…