I didn’t really know what this was when I started it. Just thoughts. Outfits. Things I noticed. Things I didn’t like. At first it was random. A little chaotic. One week proportions matter. YOUR PROPORTIONS AREN'T PROPORTIONATE <3 Next week I’m talking about winter
We need to edit. Not everything deserves to come with you into this season. Some of this had a moment. Some of it never should have. Either way, it’s time. MAIN CHARACTER SYNDROME Napoleon collar jackets. Yes, that one. Standing straight up like it’s trying to command a
Since the clubbing weather is making its return in New York City, we need to talk about something. What do men actually wear when they go out? Because for some reason, this is where everything falls apart. During the day? You’re fine. At work? Even better. But the second
Let’s talk about finance bros. Not because they’re the most stylish people in New York. But because, no matter how basic, they always look put together. And that’s interesting. Because it’s not coming from creativity. It’s not coming from experimentation. It’s coming from structure.
Let’s be honest. Most outfits are fine. Like… actually fine. You got the pants right. The jacket works. Shoes are solid. And then you just stop. That’s the part that kills me. Accessories are not extra. They’re the part that tells me if you actually care or
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Hell yes. The random warm day in New York City. Not spring. Not summer. Just a brief, suspicious spike in temperature that tricks the entire city into believing winter is finally over. Suddenly, coats are unzipped. Sunglasses appear out of nowhere. People start walking slower, like the sun itself granted
Ah, yes. Another tundra-inspired winter in New York City. The kind of cold that doesn’t just touch your skin, It rearranges your priorities. The kind of wind that humbles even the most intentional dresser. The kind of temperature that makes you question whether personal style was ever real to
Living in New York City has truly taught me so much about myself. How getting dressed makes me smile. How walking with nothing in my hands makes me nervous. How much I hate the 6 train. How much a person can change due to their environment. The list goes on,
We all understand that proportions make or break you the second you step outside. Not spiritually.. More like structurally? Get them right, and you look deliberate, intentional, calculated even. Get them wrong, and you suddenly look like you're borrowing someone else's life for the day. Get