Happy birthday, mom.
Every morning, when choosing my outfit for that day, I try to imagine Rihanna wearing whatever I’ve chosen. If I can’t, back in the closet it goes.
If I can, however, I will wear those clothes. I will wear them and I will walk around campus and I will feel like I matter more than anyone else because I am Rihanna, dammit.
It was a forceful debut, one which will foster a new era of success for Johnson.
Over the course of the city’s recent history, Detroit aficionados have moved from the simple calligraphy “D” to shirts emblazoned with a profusion of slogans.
This season of New York Fashion Week, I was lucky enough to assist the production team at an anonymous (shh!) designer label in a two-day, get-shit-done conquest leading up to their fall winter 2017 show. Here’s how it went down, in real time.
Day Before Show
2:03 p.m.: My room key is MIA, my shoes are soaked and I just spent an entire 30 minutes next to Kyle Mooney on the train without saying a word.
Tiffany Trump was there.
Perhaps the paradox presented in Scott's “Cult of Personality” mimics that of our country.
Somewhere in the women’s clothing industry lies an alarming disconnect.
It’s Chanel, for god’s sake.
EnspiRED’s Urban Behavior was inclusive in the truest sense.
I don’t like to talk about him.
It is December, the last month of my first semester of college. When people ask about him, I say he’s doing well. If they want to know what happened, I say that his life ran out of time for mine (bullshit). When they ask if I miss him, I say yes, very much. My cheeks pull my lips into a smile, closed-mouthed, and I duck away, in search of a solitude seldom found in Ann Arbor.