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RIP Fashion Rules! How 2014 signaled the end of dos and don’ts
See some of 2014’s rule-breaking moments » A lot went down in 2014, but between Internet breakage and elevator free-for-alls, let’s not forget the most exciting thing: the complete abandonment of fashion rules. (Cue a choirs of angels) And it’s about time, because let’s face it: since fashion’s inception (a.k.a. when clothes became more than […]
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24 Hours Later: Did Kim Kardashian Break the Internet?
This week, Kim Kardashian brought a very important issue to light: millions of people have never seen a butt. A butt so impressive in size, it’s considered its owners best asset. I mean, that’s the only logical reason as to why everybody’s been so up in arms about Kim Kardashian’s. Forget Kate Winslet’s 2012 nude […]
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A Wrinkle in Time: Why I’m Not Okay With My First Signs of Aging
My preoccupation with looking young began on the morning of my nineteenth birthday. I only half-remember my first legal-drinking-age escapade, which took place that night –prairie fire shots in a bad pub – but I have excellent recall of finding my first grey hair that same morning. Nineteen! It was the first, and still […]
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In defense of leggings: Why comfort is all it’s cracked up to be
I hope this isn’t too much information, but I am pants-less right now. I am wearing glorified tights. I am Homer Simpson, yelling at anybody who will listen, and asking them, “Don’t you hate pants?” I don’t, but I love leggings. And thankfully, I’m not alone. On the Fall 2014 runway, we saw leggings in […]
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Stolen nude photos and the long legacy of invasive celebrity voyeurism
On her Today Show appearance in December 2012, Anne Hathaway brought the noise down on Matt Lauer: “I’m sorry that we live in a culture that commodifies sexuality of unwilling participants.” At the time, up-the-skirt paparazzi photos of Hathaway were circulating widely, and Lauer had been attempting to shame the actress by asking what she’d […]
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How having no money forced me to find my own style
In 2012, I was poor. And not a over-romanticized, freewheeling, not-poor-at-all kind of poor: thanks to a series of horrible decisions (and story that defines “it’s a long one”), I’d found myself tens of thousands of dollars in debt and moving back home because I couldn’t afford to pay rent anymore. It was bleak. I’ve […]
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How I Stopped Worrying About My Bikini Body and Learned to Love Summer
I have never loved summer. Growing up as a chubby teen bookworm with an as-yet-undiagnosed sun allergy, I dreaded it. It’s a time when nerds will invariably be forced into outdoor physical activity, summer camp and other allegedly halcyon seasonal staples we are just not very good at. I just wanted to hang out in the shade, reading or chatting to other dorks who, like me, were easily winded and didn’t like mosquitos.
Back then, summers made me feel deficient: I never had enough enthusiasm, speed, energy or sunscreen. Counselors and parents would offer their well-meaning but ultimately, to me, horrifying encouragement from the side of the pool or on the trail, or wherever else: “Come on, it’s fun!” “You’re doing great!” Or, worst: “Good try!” And I did, eventually, kind of try. I got used to carrying SPF65 everywhere I went and figured out the kind of gentle camp activities I could get behind: canoeing, archery, arts and crafts. I felt like an interplanetary explorer, boldly going where to be honest everyone else already had been and was enjoying themselves. Like a chubby Neil Armstrong in Northern Getaway, I was exploring summer.
But as our bodies changed and their meanings changed with them, so did the meaning of the season. All of a sudden I wasn’t lacking; I had too much. Too much stomach, too much leg hair, too much ass. The enthusiastic (if demoralizing) screams of well-meaning camp counselors encouraging me to be more, do more, try more were replaced with a more insidious whisper: be less, wear less, take up less space. I was doing it all wrong again, for entirely different reasons.
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It freaks me out when kids dress like tiny, hip adults
The summers of my childhood were spent in a fairly standard uniform of Northern Getaway T-shirts, Teva sandals, one piece bathing suits and wrap-effect skorts. That was me, age 6 to 12. I would occasionally get fancy with a tank top or spaghetti straps in the later years, but the overall message of the look remained “I’m ready to capture the flag, let me just put on some sunscreen.”
Fast-forward to today, and normcore has adults rehashing my childhood wardrobe in slouchy whitewash denim while Birkenstocks dominate the runways. Meanwhile, kids are dressing in the reverse with designer labels, peacoats and a rehashing of the lensless hipster glasses trend of 2010. It looks weird, guys. It looks really weird.
The other day I saw a mother and her four year old walking down the street in matching outfits. Like her mother, this little tyke was sporting skinny jeans, Ugg boots and a peasant-inspired blouse. She looked like a shrunken adult minus a few years of botox and plus a binky. The tailoring of the clothes made her look like a ludicrously teeny woman. I didn’t know how to feel.
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How spring’s ’90s revival is helping one editor deal with her premature age crisis
See the 1990s trend on the runways »
For most of my 20s, I’ve been your archetypal hypochondriac (let’s just say a good old MRI really calms my nerves), but lately, my Woody Allen-like fear of the end has morphed into something even more frightful: the end of my youth. I’ll be 30 next April—a milestone I’ve been dreading since I turned 27 (which, let’s be honest, was traumatic enough). Most say the best is yet to come, but from where I’m sitting, my impending existential grapple with miniskirts has pushed me down a road of teenage wardrobe nostalgia where crushed velvet, neon and over-the-top everything reign supreme.
Fashion’s ’90s streak couldn’t have come at a better time. For me, the ’90s represent a period in my life when my biggest priorities were decorating my room with posters of Leonardo DiCaprio, sneaking into 14A movies like Cruel Intentions and The Craft and lining up outside MuchMusic to see The Backstreet Boys. Fast-forward to today and the ’90s couldn’t be more pervasive. Crop tops and Birkenstocks are street-style staples, witches are the new vampires and The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air is, well, fresh again. And while for many it may feel early for a ’90s redux, the evidence says otherwise: Cher Horowitz’s, like, totally important Alaïa moment happened 19 years ago. Aaliyah has been dead for 13 years. And Marc Jacobs’s infamous grunge collection for Perry Ellis? That was 21 years ago.
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