I spotted the girl from a mile away. She was crossing the street, wearing a mustard color, printed, 60s-cut suit, with heavy flared pants and a matching long sleeve tunic. It was as if some ruthless higher force had collided our… READ MORE
On a drizzly afternoon in Montclair, Alessandra Canario is waiting at the end of the platform of the New Jersey Transit train track. It’s hard to miss her in her dark denim, 70s jumpsuit. She’s a stunning girl with curves… READ MORE
On a brisk January evening in 1983, a highly pregnant Amanda Brown is sitting at her vanity table putting the finishing touches on her make-up. She’s wearing a billowy gold lamé Yves Saint Laurent gown, waiting for the white stretch… READ MORE
We don’t have to drive far. Meruyert has sent her car to pick me up at the hotel and I recognize the big colorful signs of the Uzbek restaurants we passed on our way to the Big Almaty Lake. Yet everything… READ MORE
Jacqueline Farrara didn’t prepare for snow or ice. No one did for that matter. It’s near the end of April and the city is wrapped in a chilling sheet of sleet. We had finally given up on winter and embraced… READ MORE
She hasn’t quite unpacked yet. The furniture in the living room looks settled and the cupboards in the kitchen are full but the bedroom is chaos, albeit organized. “I don’t know if I will find all my vintage,” she apologizes…. READ MORE
Our minds and bodies have been crying for it, praying for it, inexhaustibly whining, with every molecule of their being, and it’s finally here. Spring. The calendar reads March 5th. I am in Paris and the sky is clear, bright… READ MORE
It’s about two o’clock in the afternoon when Carmen Hawk and Rodney Klein park their truck behind my rental car. I’ve been waiting on the sidewalk in front of their closed store for about half an hour, watching confused customers… READ MORE