Let’s start by picturing a young (you’re right, a younger) Jolene. I was somewhere in my mid-20’s and over the moon to be working in New York City as a Kool-Aid-pounding-peon at one of my favorite Fashion Magazines – to this day perhaps my all time favorite job. One particular night, crosseyed with fatigue from a […]
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Living La Vida Label-less: Is Frank Clegg The Sartorial Sun Tzu?
If you don’t know me personally, here’s a snapshot of the pertinent bits. For the purposes of this article, I might describe myself as an endearingly mischievous – yet committed – contrarian. A passionate, lifelong loather of doing anything just because an “authority figure” tells me to. The relevant takeaway here is, if someone tells […]
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Back-In-Black (Tie): Saint Laurent’s Le Smoking
The Holiday Season means two things to me. Ok, three things. The first thing, obviously, is eating and drinking a crap-ton of food not mentioned (in a positive way) in any diet book I have been able to find (the first thing, therefore, actually makes the third thing more of a sick joke than it […]
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Mrs. Vreeland Made Me Do It
“Never fear being vulgar, just boring” D.V. Any of you reading this who know me, know that I am frequently vulgar – and, I think it goes without saying, never boring. Happily, that vulgarity, although disquieting to some, has always served me well – at least in my opinion. I’m sure the people who think […]
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Namaste At Yoga Please
Please, please… will somebody tell me what the deal with Yoga pants is? In the spirit of full disclosure, anyone who read my article “Targeting Tension” knows that I have only a vague understanding of the allure of Yoga going into this, however, the legions of Lululemonites roaming the highways and byways of this great […]
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