I wore snug tops with words like BLONDE emblazoned across the bosom from ages 12-16. As a high school junior (after reading Reviving Ophelia, feeling emboldened, and getting a clue) I completely rejected and refuted that style, in favor of boasting t-shirts, leggings and nothing conspicuous. I wasn’t inspired by fashion until I came to New York as a bright-eyed intern that first glorious summer. In the hallways of Hearst, I learned that dressing can be fun, colorful, evocative—and have zero to do with pleasing the opposite sex. Hats? Sure. Chunky wedges? How many pairs can I own? Everything from bright hues to modern silhouettes became possible.
Now I dress for myself, and I love sporting the female equivalent of a colored leisure suit. My style oscillates between ladylike and Annie Hall, but it’s always elevated and earnest. And from dawn to dusk, I don’t care what guys think, because they’re decidedly not fashion editors.
This outfit embodies my work wardrobe: a classic print (argyle) and primary colors (faves in descending order: white, red, and royal blue.)
*If you’ve walked the streets of New York, you know there’s simply no stopping the men
There is something so chic and calming about neatly organized cosmetics. When everything has its place, it gives me a sense of control in a world of chaos. Here, the latest batch of goodies I always want within reach.
Sonia Kashuk’s covetable gold brush set inspires me to use more than just my fingers
By Terry’s rose balm because lips should smell and feel like roses
Tory Burch’s cheery, subdued scent smells of tangerine and is elegant enough for the office
Josie Maran’s high-coverage concealer crayon hides and hydrates dark circles
Chanel’s lip stain is so everlasting, I can eat, drink and not make trips to the bathroom for touch-ups
Make Up For Ever’s new HD cream blush in 225 imbues an innocent pink flush that looks God-given (out in February)