by Kattoo King Here lies the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show.  The one cultural event equally beloved by fashionistas and straight boys with limited access to internet porn.  This time last year, everything felt different. Interns were frantically gluing Swarovski crystals to G-strings, and models were switching to a liquid diet. 

Ponchos: the wave of the future? Hardly. Nevertheless, the comfy paunch-concealers hold a loyal and devoted following spanning some pretty disparate groups: stoners, moms, racially insensitive restaurant mascots. They’re pretty much the original Snuggie – a little more abrasive, perhaps, and shorter, but cut from the same proverbial cloth –

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

When I was in high school, I used to write down what I wore to school on my calendar. Every outfit. Every day. This routine continued for four years, all the way up until I won the best-dressed category during the senior superlatives. Sure, my regimen was extreme (I probably

If you are excited that Project Runway is back, if you love to hate bitchy fashion show judges (of whom Nina Garcia reigns queen), if you wish you could go to fashion week in NY but can barely make rent in SF, then you should definitely check out Fashion Feud