Sunday, February 19, 2017 - 5:57pm
NOSELL

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.

Thursday, February 16, 2017 - 4:32pm
NOSELL

It was a forceful debut, one which will foster a new era of success for Johnson.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017 - 6:32pm
NOSELL

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.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017 - 2:54pm
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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.

Monday, February 13, 2017 - 4:01pm
NOSELL

Tiffany Trump was there.

Monday, February 13, 2017 - 3:59pm
NOSELL

Perhaps the paradox presented in Scott's “Cult of Personality” mimics that of our country.

Tuesday, January 31, 2017 - 8:07pm
NOSELL

Somewhere in the women’s clothing industry lies an alarming disconnect.

Wednesday, January 25, 2017 - 2:55pm
NOSELL

It’s Chanel, for god’s sake.

Sunday, January 22, 2017 - 4:41pm
Models walk in the EnspiRED fashion show Urban Behavior on Saturday.

EnspiRED’s Urban Behavior was inclusive in the truest sense.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017 - 2:37am
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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.