French Girls Don’t Do It Better: One Writer on Her Return to New York

DD x Vogue · New York · by Marina Khorosh

In 2013 it was the crop top, which I was all too happy to forgo. In 2014 it was the bucket bag, a specific color-block Proenza Schouler that I coveted for months, before its imminent veto. This year it was the reworked vintage jeans by cult-favorite Vetements, which were spotted all over the Spring 2016 street style galleries. During each of my three years living in Paris, I consciously skipped a trend, not because I disliked it (crop tops and their required abdominal work aside), but because the idea of buying into it prompted the same perplexing question: “Where am I going to wear this?” Certainly not Paris.

P.S. I Moved

Musings of the Mind · New York · by Marina Khorosh

Shameless selfie by Caroline Owens

Stop the presses: I moved back to New York.

To say that this was a gradual process would be an understatement. For the record that nobody is keeping, I moved to Paris over the course of ten days, at the expedited speed of a truly efficient New Yorker. Three years later, I came back at the pace of a languid Parisienne, stretching the endeavor over four months, half of the time it takes an embryo to morph into a human being. I pondered, I wondered, I deliberated, I polled my friends as though the projection of a presidential election depended on it. I spent all of August alone in Paris, sitting Shiva for my imminent departure. In the beginning of September, I had a quiet good-bye dinner, boarded a plane with six bags in tow, and came back home. A month later, I was back. “For work,” I told everyone. What I meant was, “for closure”.

5 Pick-Me-Up Halloween Costumes

Those Who Can't Do, Teach · New York · by Marina Khorosh

I have always had a conflicted perspective on Halloween. On one hand, it may be one of the dumbest man-made holidays, venturing into the fundamentally tacky with its parade of slutty cops and nurses and any other blue-collar career presented in baby prostitute form. On the other hand, it’s a great excuse for adults to spark up their social – and romantic – lives right in time for cuffing season! In case you don’t have it in you to line up at Ricky’s for two hours for your packaged plastic gear, here are some brilliantly easy, thought-provoking, pickup game-bolstering outfits you can concoct in the comfort of your closet!

In Defense of the Russian Woman

Typecasting · Paris · by Marina Khorosh

Flashback to 10 years ago. Paris Hilton is starring in porno, Britney Spears is attacking paparazzi with umbrellas and Giselle has just defiléd a Victoria’s Secret bra that costs more than most people’s homes. My friend, a New Yorker at her 21-year-old prime, slaps on an underwear set and some plastic wings and heads to Marquee for the annual Heidi Klum Halloween bash. During a smoking break, a guy in nothing more than a trench coat approaches her and asks for her number. The trench is a warning sign, but it’s also Halloween, so normal warning signs are out the door.

DD Scorecard: The Unemployment Artist vs. The Workaholic

Typecasting · Paris · by Marina Khorosh

You may remember the Unemployment Artist, the dubiously employed individual who sustains himself on a portfolio of various creative endeavors, such as hanging out at skater shops and taking pictures with vintage Leica cameras. You may also have heard about the Workaholic, he who rejoices in the fleeting art of hard work. When it comes to companionship, one would assume the latter to be decidedly more alluring than the former, but, in certain matters, the grass may actually be greener on the other end of the tax bracket! Today, we cross-analyze the two to see if the job really makes the man.

5 Steps to Evaluate Your Love Life

Those Who Can't Do, Teach · Paris · by Marina Khorosh

In random information that nobody knows, today is Evaluate Your Life day, i.e. an entire day designated to doing what I do on a bad hangover: start off positive (still drunk), get hit hard over the head with a reality check (visual here), get depressed and question my existence, make a list of all the shit that needs to change. Since I am positively under-qualified to tackle life evaluation missions here, I have decided to put a little Dbag Dating twist and collectively evaluate our Love Lives instead!