Slow fashion has got me hooked y’all. I’m sprawled on my saggy couch in my Chicago apartment, surrounded by thrifted mugs (one’s chipped, oops) and a wobbly chair I snagged for $6...
Eco-friendly wardrobe’s my new obsession, and I’m fucking it up in my sweaty Austin apartment, where the fan’s screaming and my cat’s giving me the stink-eye from a pile of thrifted shirts...
Look, sustainable clothing brands have straight-up saved my sorry ass from being that guy in the thrift store smelling like regret and polyester sweat—right here in my overpriced Queens walk-up, where the...
