Ripe are the fruits that hang low on the tree of romantic desire.

My five favorite episodes of HBO's Girls, reviewed.

Our collective reverence of Margiela’s tabi both erases the style’s Japanese origins and contravenes the original ethos of a maison that treated the commodity as an object of suspicion.

Dossier’s dupes have disrupted NYC’s niche fragrance district.

We are obsessed with our own reflections — and it’s making us lame.

Notes on bottling and selling the West.

It’s the story of our clothes that matters — not their aesthetics.

And the olfactory ethics of nostalgia.