My left foot looked like a bloated purple potato for three months. That is the reality of bunion surgery that the glossy brochures in the surgeon’s office don’t show you. They talk about ‘realignment’ and ‘improved mobility,’ but they don’t…
Most yachting jackets are absolute garbage. There, I said it. You spend seven hundred dollars on something that promises to keep you dry in a hurricane, but three hours into a drizzly Tuesday afternoon in the Solent, you’re damp, shivering,…
I once had a pair of four-thousand-rupee Pepe Jeans split right down the crotch while I was squatting to tie my laces at the Rajiv Chowk metro station. It was 2019, peak rush hour, and I had to walk to…
Most people go to St. Lucia, see a photo of the Pitons, and immediately lose all financial common sense. I was one of those people. I spent three weeks’ worth of salary on a week-long stay because the brochure promised…
It was January 2019, and Chicago was currently cosplaying as the surface of Hoth. We’re talking a polar vortex that dropped the temperature to -23°F. I had a flight to catch at O’Hare, and like a total amateur, I decided…
It was February 2019, and I was crossing 14th Street in Manhattan during that weird, gray window between a heavy snowfall and the inevitable slush-pocalypse. I was wearing a pair of very expensive, very sleek black leather Chelsea boots. I…
February 2018. Lower East Side. I was wearing my Stuart Weitzman Lowlands—the ones I saved three months of commission for. I stepped into a gray slush puddle that looked shallow but was actually a six-inch deep salt-water grave. I panicked….
It is currently ninety-two degrees outside and my air conditioner is making a sound like a dying lawnmower, but I am sitting here staring at a pair of La Canadienne shearling-lined waterproof boots. My husband thinks I’ve finally lost it….
It was a Tuesday in Montreal, February 2019. I was walking toward a bakery called Kouign-Amann—if you’ve been, you know the line is worth the frostbite—and I was wearing a brand new pair of $400 shearling-lined boots. They looked rugged….
It was November 2018, Chicago, and it was about five degrees outside. I was standing in the middle of a Bloomingdale’s on Michigan Avenue, sweating through my coat, while a very polite sales associate named Marcus tried to help me…