Killer Coats at Goodwill Chelsea

My mom tried to buy me a coat at TJ Maxx a few months ago – something of the down, puffy ilk. A three-quarter length puffer coat, while undeniably practical, tends not to flatter those of below-average height and above-average cup size. I declined her generous offer, explaining that I didn’t intend to spend the winter months moonlighting as a waddling marshmallow. I’ve been freezing my ass off ever since.

90s Fashion: Chic in Clueless, Layering Shitshow on Runway

clueless fashion

Ah, trends. Silly little sartorial rules that prey on our innate need to fit in and look cool.  Take oxblood, for instance -  the “purplish-reddish-brownish hue” every blog plotzed over this past fall, singing its praises like it wasn’t the same exact fucking color as maroon.  Oxblood. JESUS. The vast majority of trends are just like oxblood – re-branded spins on shit we’ve already seen. The more inspired by the past a given trend is, the easier it is to shop secondhand. Hence the reason I am SO EFFING PUMPED that... Read The Rest →

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