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One of the toughest things about my move to New York City was leaving behind the hairdresser that I had been with since I was 12. She worked at the shop where my mother had been getting her hair done since forever. My brother got...
One of the toughest things about my move to New York City was leaving behind the hairdresser that I had been with since I was 12. She worked at the shop where my mother had been getting her hair done since forever. My brother got...
What to wear as a guest to your next wedding—ensuring you don’t disappoint Iris Apfel, and, you know, look appropriate. ...
I love when my mom comes to visit. I get to play tour guide. I keep a running list of cool things happening in the city, tidbits of historical context I know she’ll get a kick of out, and some sort of cultural activity—always. Wearing: Doncaster Sweater//...
Meet Morgan Pitts, an e-commerce associate at Gucci and the creator of the award-winning hashtag, #BlackGirlsWhoBlog....
When in doubt, white wine will always work!...
There is a particular scene I think about in Girls whenever something happens that breaks in my favor. It’s season 2, episode 7. Hannah is in the back of a cab, with Marnie and Adam (and his bike), a slow smile creeping onto her face right before...
This post is sponsored by Target. Like most little girls, my very first idea of self-care came from my mother, specifically her relationship with her hair. She was a stay-at-home mom when my brother and I were really young. I remember her telling me that she told...
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall, F. Scott Fitzgerald said. I mean, that’s basically what Carrie Bradshaw said about New York Fashion Week. Right? It’s definitely crisp. To welcome the new briskness in the air, I wore an ASOS A-line suede dress...
I sought out Vivrant Beauty’s owner, Desiree Verdejo—former lawyer turned entrepreneur—a self-described product junkie, to find out what every girl (namely me) needs on her vanity and in her bathroom cabinet....
“Do you like it?” I look up. A woman motioned with her head to my train read, Never Can Say Goodbye: Writers on Their Unshakable Love for New York. Two minutes earlier, I feigned a grimace to her when I saw a man lean his sweaty back...