The Meaning of Green

I never thought I’d be the sort of blogger to broadcast my own operation, but here goes nothing:

I first heard of Junky Styling from Mathilda Tham–you may remember her as the brainy beauty from Sweden.closettour who introduced me to the intersection between environmentalism, psychology and my closet. Then, Hazel Clark, the Parsons dean who is [...]

I was going to hold this post until I had a resolution, but realized it might never see the screen.

It’s an alpha version of the sort of stories I plan to produce–like a little swatch of material, presented in a different format than you’ll find here at the blog.

They say the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem. And the fashion industry has a problem: The calendar is broken.

As long as Ralph Lauren is branding sheets, paint and 1500 cattle, why not brand his own supply chain?

Most women in New York City do not drive cars. Sure, we ride the subway, but in many ways, our purses are our vehicles.

I need to get more comfortable in front of a camera, so I went and did one of the less comfortable things one might ever do.

Upon arrival, they shared some of their thoughts on the fast flow of media and fashion…

A positive experience at New York Fashion Week is all about access.

Today we’ll go from backstage NYC to backcountry NZ, thanks to the wonders of video and one very generous helicopter pilot. Ready?

Ethically, it’s the “it’s already dead,” justification, taken one step further. We’re not really supporting fur, per se, but rather…recycling!

David’s jeans free him from the daily burden of wondering what to wear. “So what’s that worth?” he asked.

Last night I went to see Naomi Klein and Raj Patel, to find out how the authors’ ideas might be applied to clothing.

Today, one half of a seemingly life-sized denim-dressed backside graces the front of The New York Times Style Section.

At Wednesday’s rally, Joey Raico, a former fabric cutter, called Manhattan’s garment district “a magical place.”

Here, I’m posing a dilemma even dearer to my heart (rather than my stomach), that also has a bit to do with value, as well as values.