During a recent interview, I was asked when I knew I loved fashion. When? That’s like asking when I knew I loved french fries; it’s a chicken-or-the-egg scenario, so I have no real answer. But I wanted to give her something, so I tried to think back as far as I could, and my earliest memory of fashion was playing with my dress-up … Keep reading…
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Since the Saint Louis Fashion Week Designer Showcase, I have been obsessed with the vintage Neiman Marcus vest. I mentioned before that the vest was part of my childhood dress-up box, but I didn’t really explain what that meant. As a kid, I had the greatest toy a future fashion addict could have: a killer dress-up box full of vintage treasures my mother … Keep reading…
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I was probably thirteen when I bought this dress. I was at a thrift store outside of Denver, and I knew that I loved it, but I couldn’t figure out how to wear it. I kept trying to mix it with modern or edgy pieces—a leather jacket here, some motorcycle boots there. But it’s so light and airy that it never worked … Keep reading…
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Ah, the mid-heel. It’s not short enough to hang with the practical shoes, nor is it tall enough to bump shoulders with sultry stilettos… No, no, mid-heels aren’t either of those things; instead, they’re this great combination of retro and fashion-forward. (And not to ruin their style credibility, but man, are they comfortable.) On the fence? Answer me this: Have you ever tipped over, … Keep reading…
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