My response to everyone and everything in the...
My relationship with writing is too bizarre.
I’m currently writing a 500-word scholarship essay. As soon as I got the 471 words, I had a thought that would wildly improve my writing. Time to start over! What’s most sad about the situation is that I can’t live with myself if I don’t restart my writing. It’s like I’m committing an affront to morality. I have something like seven word documents open write...
You want to have an intelligent conversation? Talk to yourself. That’s what I...– From the movie Torch Song Trilogy (1988)
I'm over the "racist" angle people have been...
It’s time to stop throwing around that word like a two-cent knockoff. It has gravity, and we cannot simply jump to the conclusion that a show is racist because it has no black characters.
All my single ladies in the house!
My love life is like a well with no water. Saying that it dried up would be generous, as there was never any water to begin with. No. Actually, it’s more a dark abyss with neither a history nor a future, at least as long as I live in North Carolina. Such is my life. Boo.
Anonymous asked: Hi Erich Wintour, please could you tell me your views on Alexander McQueen (Sarah Burton era) and Burberry Prorsum. Charmed.
Anonymous asked: What are your thoughts on street fashion?
Sometimes I like to think that Lady Gaga doesn't...
Tumblr has reached a whole new level of stupidity! →
Not trying to turn this into a menswear blog. Just...
Azealia Banks. The end.
What has my blog come to?
Updates from My First Day Driving:
I woke up at 6AM to go get my license, only to find out that I would be leaving at 7:15 AM. Once I arrived at the DMV, I had nothing to do, so I played the New York Times Crossword. It was wonderful fun. My driving examiner was a snappy guy whose name I forgot. He used phrases like “in that regard” and “shall we.” It smacked of phony, Southern sophistication. Though he almost failed me for (1)...