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The Hanger Club: Greenpoint Edition
Hello and welcome to The Hanger Club! A brand new series atop The Garbage Pile wherein we show you not only our favorite vintage havens, but where to eat and drink nearby. Never again will a brunch deficit in your stomach lead to clouded sartorial judgement. We’ll give you the lowdown on each spot AND…
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Wear Your Scarf As A Halter Top
Twas a fine day to wear my vintage scarf from Awoke as a halter top. The sun shone. The birds sang. My back sweat strove to be nationally recognized as a body of water. Truthfully, I just wanted another way to show off the dynamite print on this silky sucker. Observe: The blues! The greens! There’s simply…
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Your Skirt Called Me. It Wants To Be A Dress.
Sustainable fashion comes down to quality, but not just of the pieces. It also pertains to the relationship you have with your wardrobe. And that involves seeing potential. Sometimes, your scarf is longing to be a top. Maybe your gigantic earring wants to be a brooch for a day. Perhaps your slightly too large tangerine…
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I Enjoy Selva Negra
In the unfortunate event that I’m required to wear pants, I prefer them red, ruffled and leisurely. Years from now, in my bedazzled turquoise rocking chair, I’ll still be thanking Selva Negra for finding me the perfect pair. The LA-based brand excels in the rare amalgam of sensuality, comfort and eccentricity. Their pieces speak, but leave…
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Playing Dress Up With Ajaie Alaie
I said my goodbyes to the Ides of March: The excessive Uber rides. Personal hygiene pushed to the side. Musty monochrome jackets thrilling as a TV guide. Access to itchy armpit, scratchily denied. Forgot what the grass looks like outside. Winter’s over. It may be having its final temper tantrum in New York City, insufferable…
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A Vintage Robe is Making Me Question My Life
I’ve been given life advice by inanimate objects before. Ice cream serving size suggestions. Stop signs. Targeted ads. But I never thought the most poignant of the lot would be a blue-green vintage robe. Initially, I bought the robe because I thought I’d look like hungover Cinderella in repose after a wild night out with…
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My Gold Jacket Is Thrilled To Meet You
…Oh HELLO there! I almost didn’t see you. Being the brightest Gold Jacket in the world has its downsides, one of them being that sometimes my admirers are obstructed by my shine. What an AUspicious day for you, meeting me like this. I’m thrilled for you! You must have so many questions. Ah, I see.…
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Your Very Own Bath-leisure Tutorial
It’s here: the career pinnacle of the artist formerly known as “Le Bath Towel”. The terry cloth personality was spotted on the December cover of Vogue Paris, lounging atop Rihanna’s earlobes. Dubbed “Creative Director of Bath-leisure”, sources confirm this tantalizing textile is here to stay. While this is all well and good, I had to wonder (loudly…
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Garbage Lady: In The Wild
Amid the baron wilderness of Brooklyn in Winter, a rare sight emerges: the elusive Garbage Lady in her natural habitat. Note how she stands idly on the random street corner, almost as if she has nothing better to do. Is she lying in wait? Stalking prey? Posing for a photo? Let’s move in for a…
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Justin Timberlake Is My Sartorial Therapist
Justin Timberlake: Wait a minute, you ready, JT? The Garbage Lady, née Jennie Thwaites: To sing a resounding duet with you at the Superbowl this year? Born ready, Timberlake. Shall we rehearse now? I’ll lead the vocal warm ups. WEEEEEEEHOOOOOOOO. HAWERRGGGGGGGGGGGH. BAHHHHHHHHHBAHHHBAHHH. ermf Timberlake: … Garbage Lady: You’re right, it’s a poor idea. I remember what happened last time…