I was standing in line for a burrito today behind a group of ladies, all wearing spectacular summer shoes: hooved, heeled leather creations that encompassed the ankles, high-heeled strappy sandals that laced up the calves, cute 50’s style memorabilia heels…I looked at my feet and gave a silent prayer to

Hello, I’m back again for all of your sartorial interests and pursuits! I have spent a lot of the past week dressing ladies for their return to the fall semester, and there is nothing that makes me more stoked than making sure that they will KILL on the first day.

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

It’s that time again — the September issues have begun to hit the stands and women are making their shopping lists for all of their fall essentials. And although we would love to own the latest pair of Balenciaga’s to keep us looking chic until the year’s end, most of

Bobby pins are the opposite of lighters – instead of always disappearing, they seem to be everywhere: pockets, the bottom of purses, any available surface. Just the other night, a friend of mine gave me an impromptu up-do using eight bobby pins while we sat at the Bloodhound and drank

Whelp, guys, it’s hot out. I’m just gonna say it. I’m gonna be the Eminem of this website, givin you things you joke about with your friends inside your living room, the only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y’all and I don’t gotta

I like to consider myself a somewhat fashionable person, at least I strive to be, and don’t really take into much consideration the opinion of males before making a purchase. Granted everyone wants to look attractive but dressing up isn’t really supposed to be about pleasing others, it’s more about

For some reason lately, I’ve been reminiscing about semi-obscure cartoons I watched growing up and how they’ve influenced the clothing I’ve chosen to purchase over the years.  Aside from the obvious “Barbie” incarnations over the span of the 80s and 90s, I feel that these often forgotten or overlooked characters

I’ll wear clothes that are falling apart, I only put on make up for job interviews, but I feel like less of a person when my hair looks like shit. But the idea of spending $60+ on a haircut makes me want to vomit. So since moving to New York,