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As Dope as Ms. Pope

Last week, my friend Will invited me to a sneak preview of The Limited x Scandal collection, a collaborative effort between Scandal costume designer Lyn Paolo, Kerry Washington, and the Limited’s design team. After checking everything out, let me just say that they got the Olivia Pope Look down pat: the tweedy blazers and wide-legged trousers, muted pastel color palette, and yes, white coats and jackets galore perfectly mimic Olivia’s powerful-yet-vulnerable swag. I put together a

Style // Fashion Run

Every now and then, something you’ve always wanted to happen actually happens, and you get to run around Saks like a wild-eyed fashion fiend, feverishly grabbing luxurious designer clothes and shoes and bags without even bothering to look at the price tag. It was like the adult lady version of those Toys ‘R Us Nickelodeon Toy Runs, but with Imaginary Friend Manolo Blahnik egging you on instead of Geoffrey the Giraffe. And, of course, the

Style // La Garconne

I found this vintage skirt years ago while browsing at some random thrift store. Because of the fit and flare shape and pastel-y palette, I usually go for a ladylike look when I wear it, but this time I was feeling less dainty housewife, more slightly androgynous la garconne. Worn with a men’s button down (I cut it into a crop top because

Fun Fashion-y Stuff to Do

The busy end-of-year social season is getting started, and stylish events are popping up all over the place. A few you should definitely check out: CincyChic’s Champagne and Shoes, Friday September 12th, 6-9pm Y’all know Dress for Success has long been one of my favorite nonprofits, so I was happy to join CincyChic’s DFS fundraiser and fashion show event--especially when they asked me to be a judge for their “Chicest Shoes of All” contest. Get your tickets

Photo Diary // Gold Rolexes and Beer Wench Wannabes

Lately, I’ve been: 1// Hanging out at polo matches pretending to know about horses, even though my equine knowledge is limited to reading Black Beauty in elementary school and that one Sweet Valley Twins book when Elizabeth was jealous of Lila’s horse. 2// Trying on ridiculously expensive timepieces. Who is out here buying $26K watches? And how can I be down? 3// Running around to photo shoots, photo shoots, and more photo shoots. Everybody at every shop in

Style // Going Boho

There are times when I feel less “structured Zara” and more “flowy Free People.” On those days, it feels best to mix dressy vintage with random casual wear like this surprisingly cohesive beaded skirt and graphic tee combo. Anthropologie tee, vintage skirt, bag from the BX, Charlotte Russe sandals, random jewelry I've had for years, old prescription glasses I had tinted Sidenote: I always forget I have this belt, which I bought at one of those

Style // On the Run

I’ve been doing a lot of running around for the past few weeks due to several back-to-back photo shoots for Cincinnati Magazine’s October issue and our special style-focused SHOPS publication. If it’s 70+ degrees and I’m going to be scouting or doing pickups and returns, I’ve developed sort of a uniform: some variation of cotton tank + pencil skirt + sandals. Zara top, ASOS skirt, Jeffrey Campbell booties (I'd forgotten about the Ugly Shoes!) It’s cool, it’s

Photo Diary // European Vacation

A few years ago, FriendBoy (remember him?) moved to Poland and I promised to visit someday. Well, someday happened last week and I have to say, it was the best trip EVER. Wandering the hallowed halls of Wroclaw University; the city is dotted with amusing little gnome statues; running through Market Square; my super-modern apartment; trying the local brew (beer is gross, so it was terrible) My apartment in Wroclaw was in the ‘hood, but the flat