On an idle Sunday afternoon, I spent my day catching up with Frank Warren. After his recently released fifth Postsecret book, Confessions On Life, Death and God and his teeming mailbox, Warren has become an icon—a remote therapist whose client list includes not a single name.
Collections on the runway and the realm of high fashion are frequently associated with an industry of vanity—deemed a frivolous extravagance only attainable to a select few. Despite the seemingly detached quality of high fashion, its covert influence on the average person is very profound—and delving deeper into the circular nature of the industry makes runway fashion’s transcendence hard to ignore.
With the likes of Apple, Bronx Mowgli and Moon Unit, one thing’s certain—names are strange things. Poet W.H. Auden called them poetry in the raw and deemed them as untranslatable, but others attribute names the power to determine one’s personality when he or she grows up.
Thanks to an ever-growing dependence on technology, the once-complacent morning routine of a pot of coffee and the local newspaper may be a thing of the past—the Internet’s hold on users’ time and attention has created an online monopoly.
The most innovative of fashion trends often take root in the most turbulent of times. The nylon stocking, for example, was introduced to the U.S. market in 1940, immediately following the Great Depression and preceding the Second World ...