I'm obsessed with The XX's new album

I have an overactive imagination. When I was a child, I used to draw constantly, and my favorite things to draw were African animals—none of which I'd ever actually seen—and glamorous adult clothes. Along with my little sister, I drew page after page of Chanel-like power suits, with broad shoulders and brass buttons in vibrant hues. This was the late 1980s and early 90s, so there was probably a lot of footage of Princess Diana and Margaret Thatcher on Australian television. Anyway, I grew up thinking I'd become a lawyer, or a successful fashion designer, and that I'd rock a power suit in neon pink or cobalt blue. I never did, but this 10 Crosby Derek Lam suit may just make it's way into my life before I forget about my drawings. 

“It takes a very long time to become young."

                                                

Your love gets me through the day

It's my new insignia

You really should listen to this

                                                                            Twerps: He's In Stock

Narciso Rodriguez Spring 2013

I've always been a huge devotee of black and white, and most of my clothes are black, white, or a combination of the two. This year,  I've started adding splashes of bright red to my look, generally via my fingers and toes, but also through the occasional slick of MAC's Ruby Woo or by donning a fabulously glitzy pair of dangly red earrings I bought at Target in the Bronx (my first visit to the borough to cover the launch of Jason Wu's designer collaboration for work). The other day, I bought a tomato red open-weave cotton sweater from a man with a rack hoisted on the side of East 86th St. It was $3.99, and perfect for fall evenings. Now I want to find some Dorothy-like ruby red shoes, and a red bucket handbag from Loeffler Randall's new collection. I don't know why it's taken me until age 29 to feel confident enough to embrace sexy red, but it has and I most certainly have.