THE FASHION & LIFESTYLE MAGAZINE FOR CITY WOMEN AND MEN

Hey you, mr thirty-something with he stupid look on your face, I can tell you that the incessant dual tone electronic bleeb that is now driving you insane is emanating from somewhere deep inside your body where the sun don’t shine. I know this how? Because to loud applause and enthusiastic  cheering from the rest of your fellow passengers on the N train, I have just stuffed the electronic device with the moronic 1st-grade-students game (that has kept your third-grade brain busy for nine stops) as far ...

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What happened to dressing? I don’t  mean the kind of dressing where you roll out of bed and manage to get a t-shirt over your head. Everybody does that, and I’m fucking sick of it. I’m talking about real dressing. Dressing where you match the event. Dressing where you’re a little uncomfortable in the name of looking right. Going to a restaurant where dinner is $150 a plate and the men are in dinner jackets and the ladies are in dresses to match, rather than just the waiter. Or going to a ...