When I first moved into my apartment, I was worried that I made a mistake. My last apartment was on the fourth floor and in a relatively quiet neighborhood. There’s a lot going on in my new ‘hood. I have Second Avenue Subway construction going on at...
Saturday will make it exactly three months since I was laid off. I’m not saying it for pity or sympathy. I’m okay. Really, I promise. In this really weird way, I’ve become whom I wanted to be when I first moved to New York City. I was...
I know everyone thinks this of their friends, but…
Mine are really some kind of amazing.
Two Fridays ago, Yasmein took me on a walking tour of Grand Central Station and the surrounding areas because she knows I’m a history geek who would eat something like that up.
Except, so did she.
I've been watching nothing but The Newsroom on HBOGo and Netflix movies where Edith Head served as the costume designer. I made a list of the films she worked and I am determined to watch them all. Starting with Funny Face, Roman Holiday, Rear Window, Sabrina, and What a Way to Go.
Anyway.
I met this lady at the Further With Ford Conference.
We had breakfast at the same table earlier that day, so when I saw her during a tour of Ford's Dearborn Truck Plant later, I spoke. Nothing serious, small talk. I work at Glam.com. I have a blog I neglect. The usual.
One of the first writers that I was ever drawn to, fashion-wise, was Zandile Blay. She was the market editor at Paper magazine, Style & Culture columnist for the Huffington Post and then became the fashion editor at Essence.com before leaving for Nigeria to become Editor-in-Chief at Hello! Nigeria. She's back stateside now, working as a fashion/beauty journalism professor at Syracuse University and Editor-at-Large of Scene magazine.
I say all that to say, I was taken with her. The way that her words came alive on my screen. She starred in a Coach campaign. The way her clothing was so magnetic. Her jumbo quilted Chanel. She was brown and fashion writer. Most importantly, she was accessible. 23-year-old me was a goner.
A couple months ago, I got an email from DeBorah with the subject line Hair Secrets. I'm not going to lie, I was prepared to feel embarrassed before I even read her email. I was ashamed that I still don't know how to master doing my...
True Life: I am a Hairy Beast. We're about to get really personal here. So, you know, don't read if you're not interested in my grooming habits. It isn't just the hair on my head that controls my life--oh, boo, typical brown woman scheduling her life around her...
I did the unthinkable the other day after too much champagne. I mean, I knew it was coming. The first time I saw her, I just knew. Add in the bubbles and I was a goner. I felt like I had dreamed about this moment long before my...
... For me that place is Drybar. The Murray Hill location. I'm not going to lie, as a brown woman, who has low self-esteem when her hair doesn't look good, Drybar is where it's at for me. One of the very first things that made this...