BY Hannah Baxter
on Aug 12, 2014
I don't remember the exact moment I discovered Tavi Gevinson's blog Style Rookie, only that I interpreted her shrines of teenage girlhood via Goody barrettes, Barbie clothes, Freaks and Geeks posters and Comme des Garcons ads as the work of a mastermind. A mastermind in Miu Miu pumps and granny shawls. I was in awe and continued to read her blog with a sort of feverish glee for years.
I wish I turned my Girl Scout patches into something this rad. Read More
I have loved the photographer Alessandra Sanguinetti from a young age; her poignant renditions of newborn and deceased animals on faraway farms broke my heart, translating something ineffable about growth and mortality. Arguably her most renowned series consists of her portraits of two Argentine girls living in rural Buenos Aires, a project which she stumbled into when they kept interrupting her photographic work on a friend’s farm. Read More
As twenty-somethings, we are constantly asked to evaluate the life we’ve lived. Everyone seems to have a quarter-life bucket list, and we are made to feel as though we must accomplish everything on that list to validate our existence. In some ways (though definitely not all), the pressure is greater for women. Are we on our way to “having it all?” Do we have successful careers? Do we pay our own bills? Are we going to have a family? Kids?
This week, a post by the bloggers at Today Was Meaningful has been circulating entitled “... Read More
Let’s face it: middle school dances are terrifying. In my youth, I spent my first dance alone in the corner of the cafeteria wearing my mom’s lipstick and a clip-in french twist hairpiece, hoping that the cool girls dancing in their cool circle would come talk to me. They didn’t, and a part of me has always regretted not getting up and dancing with them (I was and still am a horrible dancer, but who cares?). Read More