IN DEFENSE OF STICKING WITH A SMALL BAG an essay by Alexis Cheung
Like it or not, a purse conveys your personality. An “it” bag, for instance, suggests you’re into seeing where new trends take you. A tote bag insists you’re someone who prefers practicality. While a small bag communicates that you’re not a woman who schleps for unseen scenarios, but one who’s ready for spontaneity.
In Defense of Black Denim an essay by Natalie Shukur
In my mind, black denim is just about the most punk thing you can wear. Skaters, rockers, beatniks—fringers of all stripes—these touchpoints of antiestablishment, androgynous style are forever tacked to my internal mood board. And black denim, birthed in basements and garages, overdyed and DIY, has long been part of my uniform. Continue reading →
In Defense of Bodysuits an essay by Felicity Sargent
When someone says “bodysuit” my mind instantly conjures a ’90s power woman—short hair, long limbs—flicking through a meticulously merchandized closet filled with “the perfects.” You know—the perfect jeans, the perfect trench, the perfect button-down, the perfect loafers…and hanging above all that perfection, a selection of what may be the actual antithesis of imperfection: Endless. Perfect. Bodysuits.
In Defense of Staying In on Weekends an essay by Verena von Pfetten
There’s a certain kind of pressure to summer weekends. The sticky heat, oppressively good weather and long days made even longer by laissez-faire Friday hours and an influx of out-of-office receipts. It all combines to create a steady thrum of expectation: make the most of this. Go outside. Do something fun!
In Defense of the High-Rise Boyjean
an essay by Meredith Chamberlain
I’m loyal to a high waist. The right pair has the power to make me stand up straight, hold myself more confidently. It’s something about the core, the gut, an intuition thing. As a woman, they work in my favor, serve as a reminder of my inner strength. I zip up, button, and my instincts kick in.
In Defense of Wearing Soft Clothes, 7 Days a Week an essay by Olivia Villanti
While growing up in my vaguely hippie hometown of Rhinebeck, New York, the dressed-up shoe of choice was a Dansko clog. Heels were reserved for proms, and even then only the most girly of girly girls would wear them. This may be why, at all stages of my life, I’ve been drawn to “soft clothes.”
On the eve of the launch of our new line of intimates, we consulted our bud Hayley Phelan, who’s written for the New York Times, Fashionista and Racked (to name a few) about why comfortable and covered up is finally having its day.
The winter coat is an inherently fraught piece of clothing. Not because it’s a particularly interesting sartorial invention (like a bikini) or the most versatile (like jeans), but because wearing one is not a choice, but a necessity critical to survival. And since dressing is about options, this makes it both a psychologically and logistically burdensome garment. If you have the memory of a parent zipping you into parkas that incapacitated your limbs on the playground, then you know what I mean.
In Defense of Sneakers, All Day, Every Day Artist and sneaker devotee Sophia Chang muses on their merits
As a New York native from the borough of Queens, I’ve always been a big fan of sneakers. When you’re running across the street to catch a light, you aren’t thinking to yourself, “Oh, I wish I were in heels.” You are more likely thinking, “Thank god I’m in sneakers.”