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5 Style Lessons Courtesy of Lupita Nyong’o

Here on The City, we are all about cultivating personal style, luckily, we can look to some of our favorite celebrities for a few style lessons. I handed my July issue of Vogue magazine over to my mother with strict instructions. Please do not bend the spine. Lupita’s cover is a collector’s edition for me. I’m going to save it for my daughter, should I have one, so she knows that we too can command mainstream media’s attention. What was...

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Strong as Nails

I met this lady at the Further With Ford Conference. We had breakfast at the same table earlier that day, so when I saw her during a tour of Ford’s Dearborn Truck Plant later, I spoke. Nothing serious, small talk. I work at Glam.com. I have a blog I neglect. The usual. She goes on to tell me that about all of the different press trips that she’s been on in the past month or so. She told me that...

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I Find You… Delightful

If I’m being honest, New York kicked me in my *ss last week in a major way. My mother came up from Pennsylvania on Friday to see with her own eyes that I was okay. I don’t care that I’m 27 and I needed my mom. And I don’t care if you know that, either. It was nice to have a girls weekend of sorts. We slept in. We walked in Central Park. Ate crepes. Ventured to Saks to fondle...

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Dear New York, Please, Just SHUT Up

I love this city, I hate it sometimes, too. In an effort to keep track of my feelings about the Big Apple during my time here I try my best to chronicle them in a letter to this crazy place. Welcome to Dear New York–a series posted monthly on the anniversary of the date I moved here.  “You’re really beautiful,” my on-camera coach told me as I washed my hands after using the restroom. Our eyes met in the mirror...

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5 Style Lessons Courtesy of Nicole Richie

Here on The City, we are all about cultivating personal style, luckily, we can look to some of our favorite celebrities for a few style lessons. The older I get, the more I am drawn to women who make their own rules. Whether it’s the way that they live their lives, how they climb the career ladder, or simply get dressed. I like a woman who isn’t afraid to be herself. And someone who can rock lavender–and now blue–hair is...

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On Writing Fashion

One of the first writers that I was ever drawn to, fashion-wise, was Zandile Blay. She was the market editor at Paper magazine, Style & Culture columnist for the Huffington Post and then became the fashion editor at Essence.com before leaving for Nigeria to become Editor-in-Chief at Hello! Nigeria. She’s back stateside now, working as a fashion/beauty journalism professor at Syracuse University and Editor-at-Large of Scene magazine. I say all that to say, I was taken with her. The way that her words...

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Flexi-Me

A couple months ago, I got an email from DeBorah with the subject line Hair Secrets. I’m not going to lie, I was prepared to feel embarrassed before I even read her email. I was ashamed that I still don’t know how to master doing my own hair in its natural state… and that I’ve only really tried once and gave up when I didn’t get an, um, favorable response at work. DeBorah said that she’d been natural for a...

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On the Run

I landed in New York City at 6:00 a.m. on Friday morning. On the cab ride from John F. Kennedy International Airport, my driver thought it would be appropriate to talk on the phone, using bluetooth, through the speakers of the car. I heard the entire, screaming match of a conversation. He screamed ‘NO TIP?!” at me when I got out of his cab. I set my alarm for 10:30 a.m. so that I could quickly shower and be out of...

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Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of the Perfect Pink Lipstick

The very first lip product (once my mother allowed me to move on from Wet N Wild’s clear lipstick) that I remember being obsessed over was a Chanel Glossimer called Pretty in Pink. A pale frosty pink that could be pretty if I blotted it on just so. I had to have been like 11 or 12? It matched my nail polish, a precious bottle of the same name, my first foray into luxury beauty. The sales lady asked my...

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I don’t have time to drop off my laundry. I don’t have time to Tweet. I don’t have time to go grocery shopping. I don’t have time… blah, blah, we get it, you’re busy. Good for you. If you let me tell it, I literally don’t have time to do anything. Breathing would be a stretch. But if I were to actually examine what exactly I’m doing with my 24 hours, I bet it would read a little something like...

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