Taeste Bud

Back in May, I wrote a story for Vogue chronicling my quest for the perfect after-party wedding dress. The piece took me over a month to put together. It involved 3 trips to SOHO, back-to-back bike rides to pick up and return a hard-to-nail-down Colleen Allen dress, and a lot of personal agony over which style was right. Now that the wedding is past, it’s time to talk about it. Starting with some of my shopping choices.

This fashion week, I was in the middle of writing a feature piece for a magazine about the ways we dress for different occasions, and all of fashion week, I found myself not exactly second-guessing, but taking a step back to analyze my outfits after I put them on. I’ve explained before that I’m a very gut-led dresser, in the moment I pull together things I’m excited to wear, that just feel right. But, I noticed how that gut is sometimes steered by the shows I have that day.

When I try to explain fashion week to people who have never lived through it, the best reference I have is high school. There are cliques — editors, buyers, designers. There is a lot of build-up and toil to capture 15-minutes of people’s time.

Thanks to GirlBoy for partnering with me for this post. I’m not a WAG. But as the now wife of a lifelong tennis player and fan, I’ve learned the rules, locked in my favorite players (Coco, unsurprisingly), I’ve even taken up playing tennis as a hobby. Having attended the US open for going on a decade now, I’ve seen the vibe off-the-court transform. Tennis is big business, and this year more than ever, Arthur Ashe feels more like a place to see and be seen.

Welcome to another edition of Taeste Buddies. It’s a bi-weekly interview series that explores the idea of taste: How it’s shaped by our identities and spurred by our creativity. Each edition I chat with someone whose taste I admire, whether as a friend or from afar. I met Laura Rubin through my friend Meg, the founder of Dorsey (a brand which I love, wear, and used to work for!).

Welcome to part two of my Copenhagen coverage. If part one was a look into the intricacies of fashion week in Denmark, this edition is a more personal investigation of my time in the city. More of a traevel guide if you will. I’ll round up what I wore, what I shopped for, and what I ate — all the titillating details that you can save for your own visit somewhere down the line.

Thanks to Aligne for partnering with me on this piece. It’s been a big few years for women’s sports. In 2024, WNBA viewership jumped 170% The National Women’s Soccer League saw viewership jump 21% in 2025. Fashion, and it’s $850 billion womenswear industry is taking note. Back in 2024, I wrote a piece for Refinery 29 about fashion’s shift into the sports arena. Athletes have hired their own stylists, Coco Gauff doesn’t just have a New Balance sponsorship, she’s also dressed by Miu Miu.

Hi from the other side of Copenhagen Fashion Week, where I spent a glorious few days running around the city and eating bread, butter, and Comté sandwiches. What a life. It was my first time in the city, but I’ve been getting comments for years from loose acquaintances that they assumed I’d been there before. It could be my semi-Swedish roots, or my Ganni-esque penchance for throwing together funky colors and prints. Either way, I can report that everyone was correct in thinking I’d love it.

In all of my years as a writer, the word “cool girl” has been inserted into the headlines of my stories many, many times (like here!). In part because it’s clicky — as goes the cycle of the media internet. If we click, it shall continue. Lately, I’ve seen the phrase appear with even more fervor.

A few weeks ago I came across a video which I found highly disturbing as someone who loves the act of getting dressed. Jo Ellison of the Financial Times dropped the news that former-EIC of Vogue Paris Emmanuelle Alt doesn’t wear skirts. Categorically they have been struck from her wardrobe, and Ellison has seemingly followed suit! These are both women whose personal style I’ve often looked to for inspiration over many years.