Many outdated traditions could use an overhaul. Not to do away with them, necessarily, but to reexamine where their good intentions were lost. Like the…
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Move over, prim girlie-girls. Soccer-playin’, skateboardin’ tomboys with don’t-care-mussed-up-hair are carving out a niche in the fashion world. Of course, some fashion designers have long…
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The other day, at the height of rush hour, I got onto the last train on the subway, cramming myself between men with briefcases and…
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Growing up as a millennial twenty-something can be a confusing time. There’s even a hilarious Tumblr devoted to everything lonely and sucky about being in…
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The designer’s entrance is announced by a chorus of overzealous, enthusiastically moaned hellos. “Oh, Benicio! You look marvelous. Who makes those loafers?” Kiss kiss kiss.…
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Fab claims to be the world’s design store, where they care more, at first, about wow-ing you with whimsical home goods and clothing than with…
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I’m one of the lucky ones: summer hair for me isn’t favoring a frizzy look instead of begrudgingly blowdrying or seeing a heinous halo of wisps…
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Swing, swing your way to another drink at one of several Portland bars with a swing. The whimsical novelty (it’s like a playground, but for…
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Bow ties aren’t just for stuffy black tie suits, and they don’t have to be “boring,” in the words of PINO, a bow tie and…
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I’ve been staring at the black tar rooftops of a sunbaked Manhattan all week, salivating over the penthouse plants, the imported olive trees and the…
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Help. My dude takes longer than I do to get ready, and is constantly checking himself out in the mirror. I love him, but we…
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Skimpy outerwear, sun-kissed skin, delectable smelling sunscreen, tousled beachy hair, a soft, sweaty glow– summer evokes its own spontaneous sexiness, and Ipsy perfectly captured that…
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