You live in New York City. The capitol of designer digs and fashion icons. As a fashion writer, I have found myself in a really awkward position. I’m broke. I can’t afford stuff from Fashion Week, so I shop at the damn Salvation Army on Manhattan in Greenpoint (sadly now

Happy Fall! The days of fighting humidity, basking in the sun, and ignoring obligations to hit the beach are behind us. Fall, and a new job, arrived just in time for me to occupy my sunless free time and finally be able to afford more than ramen noodles. That being