About an hour into my feverish Monday afternoon wandering the marble floors of the Shops at Hudson Yards, Manhattan’s…
Most of the pleasure of going to Ikea is the same as going to any other store: selecting an item to buy and then…
Vogue’s Nicole Phelps recently interviewed Ed Razek, chief marketing officer at Victoria’s Secret, about the company’s…
Some absolutely frivolous news to take your mind off of he-who-shall-not-be-named, not in this blog at least!
A few weeks ago, I was waiting with my colleague and friend Joanna Rothkopf outside of an intimidating exercise class…
The legendary Zsa Zsa Gabor died in 2016, and now a Beverley Hills auction house is dispersing her things into the…
I left for Taiwan with one top-heavy rolling suitcase and a floppy duffel bag filled with a jean jacket and a pair of…
I’ve shopped very little this year, which helped me justify participating in a glut of passive consumerism for the…
So my fellow Jez staffers figured out my dark secret: I buy a lot of shit. Shit I probably shouldn’t buy, but do…
I spent money on things this month. But rest assured, they were things that will enrich my life because, as we know,…
Like the leaves falling dead from the trees, I’ve used the advent of fall both to die a little more on the inside and,…
In a development that I consider both a blessing and my probable undoing, Everlane is opening its first…
Is your husband the kind of person who’s nervous about running into his bros while accompanying you to buy a refill of…
Colette, the über-cool Parisian concept shop where you could always pick up your favorite Margiela perfume and some…
I hate shopping right now because I just don’t understand where people buy clothes. I’ve been trying (emphasis on…
The death of the American mall, the great social cesspool of broke window-shopping teens and nostalgic first dates, has…
I’m currently in the midst of a style crisis: I think I have a sense of style (and stylish people confirm that I do),…
April turned out to be a rather flush month for me. I received not one but two influxes of cash outside my normal…
The name brand Bebe summons memories of unchaperoned high school shopping excursions. My mother was disinclined to…
Reader Erica writes in with a pressing problem:
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