I've had a theory for awhile that the greatest American fashion designers must, as a rule, be born and raised outside of the United States. I don't mean "greatest" in terms of actual greatness, because that is subjective, and I'm not going to argue about whether Alexander Wang is more indicative of American fashion than Tory Burch because that's a losing game. I mean greatness in terms of which fashion designers can adequately sum up "America!" as a concept in their seasonal assortment. READ MORE
9:51 a.m. As I approach the couch, its guardian tells me to put my coffee down. Because it’s the real couch from the show.
Rembert Browne went to the Friends pop-up museum/coffee shop/gift shop in Soho so that we don't have to. Thank you for being a friend, Rembert.
During a Q&A session, a fan asked how they felt when people stared. It was amusing, considering the whole cruise was designed for the twins to be stared at constantly. READ MORE
Today is the first day of the rest of your life. No, jk, today is the first day of New York Fashion Week, which also marks the beginning of Fashion Month – after New York, London, Milan, and Paris Fashion Week follow. READ MORE
By turns languid and frantic, Acker and Wark’s correspondence unfolds as a kind of adult romance: a journey with words through distance toward connection and knowledge. In his second email to Acker, Wark asks: “Do we need to analyze our encounter with each other? Or can we just assume it, and see what kind of dialogue it anchors to a start in time?” Time was among the many productive obstacles to their virtual connection. A difference of seventeen hours lay between them. They inhabited different continents and different days. He had a tenure-track job and various lovers in Sydney; she was about to resume her part-time teaching job at the San Francisco Art Institute. READ MORE
The Gentlewoman, I believe, is not so much a magazine as it is a disturbingly accurate portrayal of what I wish the inside of my brain looked like, and I sometimes wonder if their editors keep one of those string phones pressed up against the windows of its readers' apartments, listening intently as we feverishly discuss the women we are currently obsessed with, and then, I imagine, calmly striding over to the centre of their minimalist yet chic office, pushing an orchid to the side, picking up an elegant rotary phone, and saying in a low, even voice, "Get me Robyn." READ MORE
Hello! I'm Haley, the third editor of The Hairpin. Today is my first "official" day, but since it's a holiday, I'm just posting my introduction, Jazmine's introduction, and then going back to bed. We – and by that I mean myself and all you beautiful, perfect, intelligent, well-dressed, nice-smelling Hairpin readers – will start for real tomorrow. READ MORE