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I still remember the first wedding I attended alone as an adult. Navy suit, black Oxford shoes, everything polished. I felt confident until I saw the photos later. My tie knot was small, twisted, and tilting off to one side like it had checked out early. That was the moment it clicked. A tie knot … Read more
I used to think pants just weren’t made for my body. If something didn’t look right, I blamed my hips, my thighs, my height, my “shape.” I’d stand in a trial room under harsh lighting, tugging at the waistband, thinking maybe I’m just not a pants person,Dramatic, sure. But I hear this exact thought from … Read more
I once ruined a perfectly good winter interview outfit because I picked the wrong sweater neckline. The sweater itself was flawless: soft merino, perfect grey, sharp through the shoulders. But the neckline was a tight crew that shortened my neck, pushed my blazer collar outward, and somehow made my whole upper body look boxy. I … Read more
The first interview outfit that ever betrayed me was a satin blouse. Under my bedroom light, it felt elevated and elegant. Under office lighting, it clung, creased, and reflected every ounce of nervous energy I was trying to hide. I spent more time adjusting fabric than answering questions. That experience taught me something most career … Read more
I used to think denim skirts were “safe.” You simply throw one on, add a top, and you’re done. However, I quickly realised it’s never quite that easy. Somehow, I always ended up looking boxy, slightly 2007-coded, or like I was trying a bit too hard to look current. The truth is, the issue wasn’t … Read more
I still remember ruining a perfect summer outfit because I picked the wrong shade of green. It was one of those humid June afternoons in Milan, the kind where linen sticks to your back and you swear you’ll never wear anything but white again. I had on a sharp, cream linen shirt, relaxed pleated trousers, … Read more
Fast fashion tries too hard. For instance, you can see it in the stiffness—blazers that hold their shape better than you do after a long lunch and shoes that shine as if they’re waiting for inspection. Conversely, Italian style moves differently. It is softer, lived-in, and feels as though the clothes belong to the person … Read more
I once showed up to a dinner wearing a jet-black shirt with black pants because I thought it looked sleek. In photos, I looked like a floating head. No shape, no contrast, just… darkness. That’s when it clicked: black trousers aren’t the focal point. They’re the frame. Everything else—especially the shirt—creates the shape, the balance, … Read more
I used to think I was “good at fashion” because I owned expensive clothes. Then I saw a photo of myself at a brunch in SoHo wearing a rust overshirt, olive chinos, burgundy sneakers, and a navy cap. Individually? Great pieces. Together? I looked like a walking paint sample wall from Home Depot. That photo … Read more
I still remember the first time I tried to “dress like the Grammys.” I copied a red carpet look from a magazine, wore a body-hugging satin dress to a winter event, and spent the entire night tugging at it because the fabric showed every line underneath. In photos, it looked sleek. Expensive, even. On me? … Read more
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