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And we’re back! But this time, we’re diving head first into (drumroll please)… men’s fashion! If we’re going to be honest with ourselves, men’s fashion has hardly had the glorious and dramatic evolution that we’ve seen (and continue to see) in women’s fashion, but it has made some pretty cool shifts and changes, nonetheless. Men’s
As they say, what goes around comes around, and fashion is no exception. Throughout history, decades have created trends and swapped old ones, for better or worse. Whether it be sons wearing their father’s old jean jackets or girls wearing their grandmother’s pearls, as history repeats itself, so does style. Today, the state of fashion
Thanksgiving is a special day for Americans. We not only remember the alliance made in 1621 between the Wampanoag tribe and Plymouth settlers but also take the time to cherish our loved ones and make new memories. A large part of those memories, for many people, is the renowned Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. Since 1924, the
Amidst all the diversity being brought to the forefront of film this year, like in To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before and Crazy Rich Asians, there is one very powerful movie that quietly snuck into the lineup, in all its grace and beauty. Woman Walks Ahead sets a new standard for history as seen through the
As I was scrolling through my Twitter feed the other day, I came across a series of tweets about how many of the “classic” American Girl dolls were now archived. I couldn’t tell if it was still way too early and I hadn’t had any caffeine yet, but what? Archived? The “classics”? Wasn’t there just
In Kansas City’s Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, painting Conservator Mary Schafer discovered a dead grasshopper in Vincent Van Gogh’s 1889 painting “Olive Trees”. While examining the painting, Schafer discovered what at first appeared to be a leaf, but upon further inspection turned out to be a dead grasshopper. The dead grasshopper revealed the painting’s context,
I did not wish for this. The carriage wheels push over dozens of pebbles, never giving me a chance to relax for just a moment. My eyes stare at the setting sun in the distance despite the brightness flickering different colors over my vision and blinding me. I blink them away and seal my eyelids.
