Look, the Skims backlash hit me like a rogue wave at Venice Beach last weekend—I'm out here in sunny SoCal, toes in the sand, scrolling Insta on my beat-up iPhone, and bam, Kim K drops these faux hair thongs that look like they crawled out of a bad '70s...
Look, I've been low-key spiraling trying to recreate Hailey Bieber street style on a budget ever since I spotted her in that killer Saint Laurent tux jacket—no pants, bold as hell—at the Met Gala back in May. Sitting here in my sweatpants, the AC humming like a judgmental ex,...
Alright, spilling it— right now, hunkered in my Queens shoebox on this drizzly Nov 3, 2025, coffee sloshing cold on the sill as rain pitter-patters like it's mocking my laundry avalanche, Zendaya’s red carpet evolution? It's been my secret lifeline, you know? Back when I was that scrawny 22-year-old...
king like a confused farmer at a rave, covered in mystery dust that still haunts my laundry. Seriously, from my current perch staring at Puget Sound waves crashing like they're mad at the weather (it's been dumping rain non-stop, ugh), I'm ranking every iconic Coachella 2025 outfit by sheer...
Oh god, red carpet wardrobe malfunctions—yeah, they're why I can't look away from my screen even when my takeout's gone cold, like right now in my Brooklyn pad on this drizzly November 3rd, 2025, the radiator clanking like it's judging me for staying up late again. Last Tuesday—Oct 29th?...
Look, I gotta kick this off with the cold hard truth: the Oscars 2025 worst dressed moments straight-up haunted my DVR queue for months, like that one bad date you keep replaying just to figure out where it all went south. Here I am, holed up in my rainy...
Ugh, okay, let's just… start? The Met Gala 2025 guest list leaked hit different back in April, like that whisper in the group chat that spirals into full-blown theories over cheap wine, but now, half a year on, it's morphed into this bittersweet nostalgia trip. I'm huddled here in...
