Um, yeah, not so much. In the strongest case of “What were they thinking?!?” ever, British clothing chain Primark decided to yank hot pink and gold star-printed padded bikinis off its shelves after facing pressure from child protection advocates who felt the products sexualized children. Gee willickers, ya think? Keep reading »
Profile for Erin Flaherty
Things that make us sad/angry: the Vanilla Gorilla, animal abuse, “The Price of Beauty,” American tourist shorts/huge white sneakers combos, “Bridget Jones Fear.” What, you may ask, does the latter refer to? Over in Jolly Old, a new marriage survey found that women feel the ideal age to get married is 26, as opposed to a decade ago, when they cited their 30s as being the ideal time. What could this sea change be attributed to? The Daily Mail seems to chalk it up to “a fear of turning into Bridget Jones.” Keep reading »
I’m just gonna go ahead and come out and say it: I used to be a card-carrying hipster. And back in the day, I had a lot of fun with that. For one, the group wasn’t as universally loathed as they are now. If you can even believe it, kids, it was actually considered kind of cool to be one. Parties were filled with really hot skater dudes and fun, gorgeous chicks with edgy style and everyone was really into art and music and fashion and it was pretty rad. American Apparel was still some T-shirt shop in L.A., new bands like The Strokes and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs made going to see live music in NYC fun again, Friendster made hooking up a cinch, Chloe Sevigny always brought the party; and Williamsburg, Brooklyn really was a humble yet cool place where real live artists moved because Manhattan was too expensive.
For better or worse, my 20s are over, I’ve been shacked up with a great non-hipster dude who I am going to marry, I’m renovating a property I purchased, I did my taxes a month early, and I’ve started to notice some other major indicators that I can no longer identify as a hipster. (Guess I’m a yuppie now? Shudder.) Anyhoo, here are a few ways to tell if you too have grown up and are no longer a hipster. Keep reading »
Seems like the visuals here just speak for themselves, but we’ll give you a little context: Apparently, Britney Spears wanted to reach out to her fans by releasing un-altered images from an old Candie’s fashion shoot. Uh huh. Raanndom, but we’ll take it! Public awareness of just how much goes into Photoshopping images for advertising and editorial has skyrocketed in the past few years, but we’ll never get tired of seeing stuff like this. Another image, after the jump! [Daily Mail] Keep reading »
Back in the day, as single girls, my roommate and I were kind of obsessed with uncircumcised guys. Not that we had encountered any, but we just wondered what the hell we would actually do if, say, we met a fine young fellow who wasn’t cut and how we would handle the “situation.” (Ah youth, so innocent! So naive!) Countless Google queries didn’t begin to deliver any concrete answers. Eventually, I started dating a British guy, and was faced with the “situation” first hand. Here is what I discovered. Keep reading »
For example, how sad is it that living creatures had to die for this? Besides how tacky this fringed Pucci jacket is, the real fashion crime is that it costs $13,435. For serious.
- The queen of cool French girl fashion opens her first stateside store in NYC today. Could e-commerce be next? (Please?) [Style.com]
- You already know how to make The Sartorialist’s cut. Here’s how to get The Selby up in your piece. [Refinery 29]
- RIP, punk fashion provocateur Malcom McLaren. [Stylelist]