My first impulse when faced with change is always fear. Never excitement.

I just sorted out my papers to travel to the U.K. I believe I’m going to be spending the next months at Cambridge thinking about some stuff.

There’s a sweater which, whenever I wear it, never fails to get people fawning over me. It’s this chic, patterned item that works well on its own, but yesterday I had it on as part of a more formal ensemble that aimed for something of a “preppy British...

It’s officially nippy. So say my nips.

I think the reason women spend so much time selecting shoes is that they’re wired to check each other out. They fail to see men don’t care.