As far as girl crushes go, Joan Smalls is it. She's the tits. The cat's meow. The bee's knees. The business. Bottom line, girlfriend kills it. The face of Gucci and Estée Lauder, featured in Givenchy ad campaigns and nearly outshining Beyonce in her music video no less, Joan Smalls can do no wrong. She's the Queen B of the fashion industry, counting designers and insiders like Ricardo Tisci, Alexander Wang and Derek Blasberg among her closest friends, and currently ranked the #1 model in the world according to models.com since September 2012. Further, I respect her determination for pursuing her dreams in an industry notorious for relegating black models to token status.
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
The sales associate is the fashion equivalent to your SAT tutor. Lurking in the background, he or she provides the assistance you need to knock your score (or your footwear) out of the park. While the workings of a sales associate often go unnoticed, calling you first when the Chanel boots go on sale in your size for $300 (yes, it happened to my mom at the Neiman Outlet), immediately shipping you a box of clothes to pick from and send back all the way from Los Angeles (again, my mom with Elaine Kim), or literally hiding merchandise behind the counter until you get first dibs, they’re the essential part of scoring the best wardrobe and often at the utmost convenience. Why bother venturing into the store when you could just call your sales associate first to see if they have what you’re looking for?
|Image via Vogue|
Monday, July 14, 2014
So, I have this problem. No, it’s not what you’re thinking. Get your mind out of the gutter! Just kidding, what were you thinking…? Anyway, I have this problem with movie trailers. Each two-minute clip is a teaser, a narrow window into the full-length feature, that attempts to pique your interest just enough that you succumb to watching the entire film. But, here’s the rub. It rarely ever does. Instead, two hours and endless trailers later, I throw my hands up and resign myself to bed because either the trailer aficionados have revealed too much and I’m convinced that I’ve already digested the entirety of the film (hello, weekly previews for the Bachelor and Bachelorette) or it’s just off. What do I mean by off? I mean, it’s an Academy Award winning film but because the trailer guy didn’t do his job correctly, I’m put off. Not put off as in “Oh, this looks bad, but I’ve heard such great things, so I’ll watch it anyway,” but rather, “Wow, this is not what I thought I was in for, so I’m abandoning ship before it even leaves the dock.” Yeah, that bad.
|Image via Vogue|
Friday, July 11, 2014
I’m no doctor, but six $12 green juices per day (price being zip code dependent) seems like a rather stunning marketing ploy than a prescription for health. Yes, I’m talking about juice cleanses. As the former employee of a cold-pressed juicery, one might expect that I would revere juice cleanses as the Holy Grail, the utmost necessity to detoxify and reset your system. But honestly, that’s what your liver is for, and if I say so myself has been doing a pretty decent job thus far.
What’s wrong with juice, you ask? Well nothing except for the fact that the most popular juices tend not to be the low-calorie alkalizing green juices chock full of essential vitamins and minerals but the calorie-laden fruit juices loaded with upwards of 40+ grams of sugar, a whopping 15 grams more than the daily recommended value for an average adult. But it’s natural! And here’s where I must interject. Sugars in whole fruit, a-okay because the fiber helps slow the absorption of sugar; however, juice eliminates said fiber, therefore delivering a shock to your system eerily reminiscent of a candy bar.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Gossip Girl, here. Your one and only source into the scandalous lives of Manhattan’s elite.
And boy was it ever. Even prior to the debut of the television series in 2007, I was what you’d call a fangirl. My middle school friends and I would each buy a copy of the series, share it and immediately discuss how we wish we could rendezvous in St. Barths with our own real-life Nate Archibald, thus creating an infantile version of a book club.
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
There are not many occasions more momentous than prom. Maybe it’s the prom-themed Seventeen Magazine issue on how to do the perfect cat-eye, the racks of low-cut rhinestone pastel dresses lining the Macy’s junior section or the endless buildup by Hollywood producers: Regina George in a neck brace in Mean Girls, Drew Barrymore’s emotional breakdown after being named Prom Queen in Never Been Kissed or Brittany Snow escaping an ax-murderer in Prom Night. It tops Homecoming, the Sadie Hawkins dance, even Halloween.
|No, my brother was not my prom date -just a cool junior. Yes, his hand does look amputated.|
And it all begins with the search for the perfect dress (three months in advance, mind you).
Thursday, July 3, 2014
If you’ve ever read Glamour magazine, you’re well aware of their monthly “Hey, It’s Okay” feature, which highlights those rituals we do that may not be the most logical but nonetheless are human. And hey, it’s okay. You shouldn’t feel bad about your quirks. I’ve compiled a list of those traits that I’m ready to publicly justify.
- To be reminded of Bring it On every time you brush your teeth next to someone
- To cry over a leather jacket
- To religiously follow someone’s Twitter or Instagram but refuse to validate their existence with an official “follow” (and subsequently be heartbroken when they decide to make their account private)
- To be more concerned with working out before a family vacation than for spring break
- To have a list of future baby names on the Notes app in your iPhone
- To have a secret Wedding board on Pinterest
- To keep setting that morning alarm to go on a run. Someday?
- To use an $8 cold pressed juice as a chaser