In Isolation, We’re Finally Dressing for Ourselves
Courtesy of Tracee Ellis Ross Over the past few months, I have cultivated a style perhaps best described as The Big Lebowski meets Auntie Mame. After stay-at-home orders removed any semblance of a routine, I turned to piling on odd, clashing garments, as if I were starring in a one-woman, millennial version of Grey Gardens.…
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