It's official: man repelling has gone mainstream. Like so many movements in fashion, it began almost imperceptibly, an organic call to a...

Gather your meemaw. Pack your fox fur. Fatten your pig. The floods are coming. I'm not big on dressing for the weather. I tend to weigh ...

Hey! Hey guys, it's me! Your patron saint of practicality and poise, who wears shorts in negative temperatures and takes outfit photos i...

I hated this year's spring fashion shows. While last year's collections (whimsical Miu Miu! Minimalist Chloé! Refugee-glam Balmain! ...

Boys and girls, I'm here today to talk to you about crack. Or rather, crack cookies, as my brother and I affectionately refer to those t...

The way I see it, we have two options: a) We can pretend like all I want for Christmas is world peace, or b) We can collectively swoon over ...

The holidays have a way of amplifying whatever you're feeling by about a hundredfold. That's all well and good if you're happy a...

The inverse relationship between form and function is well-documented when it comes to clothes. Are my flannel pajamas and shearling moccasi...

I have an exceptionally low tolerance for things that are fake. Fake people, fake Christmas trees, fake designer handbags, fake orgasms (don...

OMFG WHAT I HAVE A BLOG?! Yeah, sorry about that. High time I stopped living my life and got back to writing about it instead. Rude of me. W...