Most designers start working from sketches, or maybe a mood board or two. Pia Interlandi dressed and buried 21 dead pigs to see how fabric affects decomposition. More
When somebody young, famous and beloved dies, there are so many questions that arise. Why did this happen? Who could have stopped this? Was there something that went wrong? All of these are rational things to wonder, though they do not … More
Sit up straight! Like a lady! Or you are going to die.
That’s probably a piece of advice your mother did not give you, but no, seriously, it’s possible that your poor posture is actually killing you. And making you depressed. More
I’ve never classified myself as “strong.” I am afraid of the dark. I am afraid of the sun. I am afraid of unfamiliar people, surroundings and situations. I am the first person to say, “Guys, I don’t think this is a good idea” and the last person to jump the fence. But for some reason, I’m strangely calm in situations where I think I might die.
I have been faced with the very real possibility of death only twice, and I have learned that while I cry when I fall down the stairs, I do not get upset when I am hit by cars or punched in the face or when the plane seems like it might go down. More
Fashion designer Lilly Pulitzer passed away today in Palm Beach at the age of 81, and her passing has made the world is a little less bright, and also less covered in tiny tropical flowers. More
I was very sad when Roger Ebert died yesterday. We’re generally sad when someone notable dies, perhaps because they remind us of the passing of time, and the way good things do not last forever. However, Roger Ebert’s death seemed particularly affecting, because, gosh, I’ve almost come to think of him as a friend. Perhaps because he is the only person I trust regarding movie reviews (who the hell do I go to now? Rex Reed?). But, also, because in his last years his essays have taken on a deeply personal tone – like this one, “I do not fear death.”: More
Remember the other day when we discussed how ridiculous it would be to everyone if the obituaries of famous male figures in history had been remotely similar to the New York Times‘ eulogy for Yvonne Brill, wife and mother and cook…and “also brilliant rocket scientist.” It felt absurd to declare arbitrary, indistinctive qualities as superseding, say, writing Crime and Punishment or being an angry, talented alcoholic, right? More
Yvonne Brill died on Wednesday at the age of 88. Being an actual rocket scientist, she made incredible contributions to the world we live in and the way we have explored space. But just so you know, she was … More
Valentine’s Day. It is still Valentine’s day. I think I’m just into shaming your bouquet of flowers now, I think that is why I am posting this letter by the Nobel Prize winning physicist Richard Feynman. His wife died of TB in 1945, when she was only 25 years old (basically like Love Story, except real, and everyone in it isn’t horrible). Do you have a hanky ready? No. Go get one. You have one now? Okay. Begin: More
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I never really smoked. I certainly don’t now that it’s banned pretty much everyplace in New York. In spite of that, when I smell smoke on someone’s clothing, I find myself almost immediately nostalgic. That man or woman strikes me as a last holdout of a bygone world, bravely flutter-kicking against any currents of change. I feel about them the way I might have felt happening upon someone making horsehoes in 1920. That is to say, I don’t miss cigarettes so much as I miss the culture that went with them. More
I know, I know, you hate Valentine’s day. You are cool that way. You are probably one of those low maintenance girls who do not care about receiving flowers. I really, really like receiving flowers in a way that makes my heart flutter. More
I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that if your husband is trying to poison you, your first move should not be “write to Elle magazine.” Although, honestly, I do really like Jean’s advice, almost all the time, but this is insane. If you have good evidence that anyone is trying to poison you, do not pick up a pen. Do not write anyone. Pack your belongings and leave immediately. But, since I suppose it is not really that easy, A woman wrote Elle saying:
I suspect he’s putting something in my coffee. I notice it smells funny, and when I drink it, my eyes get superpuffy and swollen. I suspect he’s also adding stuff to my lotions and bath products, which created brown discolorations on my skin. My legs look as if they’re covered in snakeskin. My arms are dry as cracked earth. Same with my shampoos—whatever he’s putting in them makes my hair extremely dry and knotted. These are expensive, high-end products that I know from experience work well. My suspicions have been further aroused since he’s started ranting about my “using chemicals.” More
Given the death of a photographer attempting to take pictures of Justin Bieber yesterday by following his Ferrari, many people can’t help but question how far the news should be willing to go when it comes to celebrity news and photos. More
The tragic case of Maria Susana Flores Gamez has not been highly publicized for its mere violence; it’s been all over the news because she was a beauty queen. More