Somewhere in the last fifteen years, the texture of attention changed. There used to be hours of the day that were not asked for. The walk to the train. The...
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Most wardrobes are anthologies. You collect pieces the way you collect books — one because it was beautiful, one because it was on sale, one because you were a different...
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There is a particular moment, around six-thirty in the morning, when the wardrobe stops being an object and becomes a question. What do I wear today. What does today need...
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