You know you want some tiny frames.
Careful whilst slapping the ketchup bottle.
So much skin. So little clothing.
A bit of wallowing never hurt anyone.
Sophisticated, springy, and brunch-with-your-grandparents appropriate.
And wear again (sans layers) next season.
One shop, twice the joy.
Not your typical streamers-and-sparklers shindigs.
Boots with the fur, duh.
No, "Here Comes Santa Claus" does not make the cut.
Wear for two business weeks straight, wash, and repeat.
Because shopping doesn't have to be risky business.
Lil Uzi Vert saying "Yah!"
At least it's not business casual.
Things are rocky out there, but music makes it (somewhat) better.
Me at 9 p.m.: Actually on my way, as I said I would be.
It can't all be the Electric Slide.
And by "best" we occasionally mean worst.
Just when you think you've figured it all out.
And try to buy one before the site 404s.
Enough to make the homebody-est among us want to go out.
We talk hits and flops ahead of the release of his feature-length documentary.
Meet the artists soundtracking your life next year.
Not quite "wear pants!" but almost.
Let the bloodbath begin.
Like a flamingo in the penguin enclosure.
Bench your LBD for now, and bring in a new player that sinks the surprise three-pointer.
There can only be one.
"Show me something natural like a** with some stretch marks."