Oona’s graciously invited me to preview their spring collection at a small gathering they were having. Gone are the feather boas and polyester shift dresses of Oona’s past. In their place are immaculate 1940’s silk sheaths, full skirted 1950’s day dresses, and a collection of vintage hats that would put even Kate Middleton to shame. Read more →
There are times when a community feels a loss so deeply and so cohesively that it caulks the gauges of race, sex, age, and social class to bring together people in a shared time of mourning. Read more →
Man’s discovery of fire helped us to sever some of our remaining simian ties, opening up not only the possibility of warmth and protection, but a whole world of sustenance that was heretofore either unavailable or unobtainable. Read more →
Well, now, lemme tell you bout a crazy house, I’d suggest you don’t wear a nice blouse… Read more →
I was sitting alone at a table for ten, twenty minutes early and two drinks deep, trying to graph out the best place to sit to ensure maximum exposure to Tommy Wiseau. This was not my usual Friday night, but I sure wish it was. I managed to secure this opportunity by pestering the Creative Director of the Brattle Film… Read more →
