Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

jcrew spring 2011
No, seriously. You can’t have meant to have any of us trotting about town looking like a Ukrainian Easter egg. These pink flood pants coupled with a net-cast lavender number, all draped with a paper bag of…

Phil is going on a trip to New York this month, and in preparation, he was rifling through his closet, hoping to cull “New York outfits”—clothes he can wear that’ll at least give the impression that he doesn’t actually spend…

My latest obsessions are all purple. I don’t know why this is, but now I want a purple and orange Thanksgiving table. Purple is everywhere, or so it seems now that it’s top of mind. Go on, I dare you…

I found my peeps in a consignment shop. A Madison Avenue consignment shop, but a used clothes store just the same. And, please. “Vintage” is to “Dried Pitted Plums” as “Pit & Crotch Clothes” is to “Prunes.” Get over it.…

Rather Harsh, no? From Neiman Marcus look book, 2010. Everything looks so fierce. Which I guess is fine for Vegas at night, but imagine doing the walk of shame in any of these come daylight?
Goal: To pack as little…

It’s a distraction, I admit, but I love the “wind up” to events just as much, if not more, than the actual event. I love the idea of labeling hangers in my closet, each with a marked day/night of the…

There are certain milestones in a woman’s life: her first paycheck, credit card, kiss—hopefully not in that order. First bad sex, bad haircut, and balls-to-the-wall bad hangover. They’re not all memorable events, but we know they happened. This latest milestone,…

My skin is pallid. To the point where if my children awoke suddenly and noticed me, they might run to their father and swear it was snowing outside. Or in the bathroom… where I’ve been hiding. Frankly, I need a…