Here at Untouchable, you'll find musings on the fashion and beauty industries and tips on travel, shopping and reading, as well as heartfelt reviews, tried-and-true outfits, Op-Eds, essays and character sketches. Take a look around and enjoy!
True story: Anna Wintour presented herself to me for questions, I froze, became a hollow piñata of a person, and indicated, by way of a blank look in my eyes paired with a tight pursed lip, that she should move along down the line to the next interviewer.
Wallpaper is the inspo for this outfit, in which I match my monokini to my Sonix iPhone case in an attempt to look like the now infamous interiors of the Beverly Hills Hotel, or, more locally for me in this post, The Colony Hotel in Palm Beach.
While #GIRLBOSS is a great, compelling, kinda enjoyable read, it, like the television show Friends or Dunkin Donuts coffee, isn’t actually very good, when you really think about it...
Funny story about this bodysuit: I tried on this T by Alexander Wang bodysuit at Neiman Marcus during at shopping trip with my mom, and although I expected her to clutch her pearls and beseech me to cover myself up for the love of all things holy (although to be fair, my mom isn’t really like that, nor does she wear pearls), but she absolutely loved it, as did I.
The superlative title of this post isn't just me bragging - it's the apropos name of Boston dress rental shoppe Best Dressed, which graciously sent the Bostonista and I packing to Palm Beach with a suitcase full of frocks like this beautiful Eliza J. number, perfect for romping around The Breakers on a Sunday afternoon. I have to admit, I've never "done" dress-rental before, but I can already see how it'll allow me to make more adventurous formal wear choices without having to think too much about "practicality." (Ugh.)
What’s nasty, gold, and for a good cause? This NASTY bracelet, of course. Stella & Bow released this gold-filled, freshwater pearl-beaded beauty last month. It's $38, and 100% of the proceeds go to benefit Planned Parenthood. Proof that even something as delicate as this can be strong af.
I like to believe that walls can talk. The walls of our living room, on the other hand, tell stories of all the places my boyfriend and I have visited, lived in, and love. We each lived in different cities before moving to Philadelphia, so we have posters of Washington D.C. (him) and Boston (me) hanging up, alongside some maps and other posters and prints. My newest addition is this black&white print from Modern Map Art.
The "Vote with Your Wallet" movement is exhausting and important and scary. Instead of getting sucked into a witch hunt, I'm shouting out the indie brands and artists that are doing some good with their wares by donating a portion (or in some cases, all) of their proceeds to the ACLU, Planned Parenthood, and elsewhere.
It took the jaws of life, and this sleek, ever-so-slightly sassy and definitely screwy Equipment Blouse to pull me out of my pull-over rut and into something decidedly more polished. Together with my trusty jeans (still can't ditch those!) and my new pair of straight-from-New Orleans Krewe sunglasses in an icy shade of blue, this easy update breathed some new life into my wardrobe rut. There was a quick warm spell on the east coast last week, so a faux fur stole snagged at Forever21 in Georgetown, D.C. this month sufficed for outerwear, and is, hands-down, my favorite accessory ATM.
The Rotunda at the Guggenheim Museum in Manhattan is perhaps the perfect place for a retrospective because it is, by design, cyclical; one can see backward or forward from any vantage point. Add to that the space’s airy curves, linear columns, barely- there inclines and the gentle shadows cast by low walls and it’s a most fitting medium to showcase the work of Agnes Martin, an artist who, over a career spanning more than five decades, honed and refined her practice of studied abstractions and strikingly stark minimalist pieces.
In the Company of Women: Inspiration and Advice from over 100 Makers, Artists and Entrepreneurs, the latest book from Design*Sponge founder Grace Bonney, hit shelves and well-appointed coffee tables this fall, and Bonney hit the road on a twelve-city book tour ending in Philadelphia in November.
Meet Kimberly Glyder, a Philadelphia-based, Design*Sponge-approved illustrator who is, naturally, a bit book obsessed. Glyder spoke at an AIGA panel in Philly earlier this month about being a woman in the arts and an entrepreneur. Here are her top tips, and some of her standout covers.
In a garage at the end of a long, tree-covered driveway on the outskirts of Philadelphia, Leah Macdonald is throwing out art. Today is the day she marked on her calendar three months ago - a day she’s set aside to spend cleaning out her studio of nearly two decades - and for the incredibly prolific encaustic wax artist, that means some of her work, inevitably, is going in the trash.
If fashion and celebrity culture in the early aughts were seen through vaseline-covered lenses and heavily Photoshopped, painstakingly perfect pictures, now, amateur mirror selfies are more likely sources of influence and inspiration. An era of oversharing is in full-swing, and consumers are more accustomed to images shot on an iPhone than overly-glossy photography.
Produced in batches of only 1000 aurous pods, these golden babies sold out instantly. Only in my wildest dreams, and via Instagram, can I imagine what it must be like to cup this tiny objet d'art in my hand, feel its heart beating and know that within lies 4 grams - .14 ounces - of true, life-altering freedom.
Reed Krakoff's collection for Kohl's officially "launched" in late April, just over a year after the designer announced what is slated to be a temporary closing and restructuring of his eponymous line. I say "launched" because while Reed Collection is still in its infancy, the designs themselves are several seasons old. The bags don't just reference the designer's highly-coveted pieces, they are exact replicas.
Arthur & Daughters' Private Label collection of perfect pinnafores and fierce frocks effortlessly lend themselves to both novices and master layerers alike, proving that there's not a single outfit in existence that a sweet neoprene number or a felted wool apron dress can't make even chicer.
Tucked away at the end of a covered walkway, in a beautiful piazza flanked by pink and baby blue spiral staircases, Calypso St. Barth feels like a destination as discreet and full of treasures as its namesake island.
