While I love sneakers (be they colorful Nike Dunks, graphic Chuck Taylors, spunky Adidas, or fashion-forward wedge styles), motorcycle boots, and gladiator sandals, you’ll probably never find me wearing a true pair of flats — not loafers or ballet flats, oxfords or smoking slippers, saddle shoes or moccasins.
I’ve often written about the transportive — even transcendental — power of scent, how fragrance notes are layered together like threads of fabric, woven to create a magical aromatic carpet that can usher us to the most extraordinary destinations.
Life can sometimes imitate art, but rarely does it ever mirror the stuff of fairytales.
Let’s face it: in modern society, we practically demand instant gratification.
Double, double toil and trouble; fire burn, and cauldron bubble!
This summer has flown by so that I basically blinked, and it was mid-August — a frightening realization given that I’ve yet to set foot on a beach.
‘Tis the season for skimpy bathing suits, crop tops, and micro shorts, which means there’s no time for procrastination when it comes to trimming those hedges and removing unsightly stubble on your legs and armpits.
Ruffles, bows, and pearls may lure some girls but, to paraphrase Rihanna, it’s spikes and chains that excite me.
Even the richest, most saturated lip gloss tends to be, well, sheer.
Ever since watching the first episode of the brilliant Netflix original series Orange Is The New Black, I snicker a bit whenever I see a pair of TOMS shoes — not because they’re laughable (I mean, they’re not clown shoes, for Pete’s sake!) but because, as the show so brilliantly points out, they’ve become synonymous with yuppie fashion.
