A new article in The Business of Fashion about the impact of wealth inequality on the luxury business and the shopping habits of the super-rich makes for great comic reading.
This post my put some readers off or inspire others to unsubscribe. But in the wake of Orlando, I kinda don't care. Samantha Bee and Jim Jefferies articulate my feelings beautifully.
I expect it in t-shirts, socks, athletic wear and the waistband of my underwear. But now it's in jeans, khakis, dress shirts and even suits.
My niece graduated from Boston University this past weekend. It's a thrilling rite of passage punctuated by excitement, fear and change.
In high school, our prematurely hirsute classmates with 5 o’clock shadows bought the beer because they looked older. Decades later, the principle hasn’t changed.
At a recent classical music concert at Carnegie Hall, it looked like the idea of dressing with any sense of occasion was on life support.
What Marlon Brando did for the motorcycle jacket in The Wild One (1953) he had done for the t-shirt in A Streetcar Named Desire (1951).