Tag Archives: shopbop

Lionel Richie’s lies.

Sundays are bullshit. I’ve hated Sundays for as long as I’ve had school, or been employed with any sort of regularity. They’re bullshit, man. Sundays are like airbags. You don’t want to need them. When they happen, it’s just padding before bad stuff happens. You like to know they’re there, or else Saturdays would be […]

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The overthinking youth.

[No shame with this outdoor concert get-up: fisherman sweater from Anthro + Rag & Bone The Cut-off shorts and B-low the belt studded belt. I think I wore the same thing to summer camp, just from the Gap.] I was sitting in traffic behind a pickup truck with one of those roof attachments. Leonard brand. […]

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Wincing through the lingo.

[Pictured: latergram from an especially rank bathroom in RVA after a margarita. Obviously.] There are a lot of things I don’t know, but I’ll tell you one thing I do know: dick and fart jokes are great. I was in a relatively stellar mood on my way into a meeting recently when the familiar sedative […]

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What’s in a name + a quick ode.

I revealed on the C+C Facebook recently that I kind of hate the living s*$t out of this blog’s name. Ha! Sorry, man. But it could not be further from my style. Not the caftan part, just the whole thing: the kind of lame-duck humor to it, the too-easy pairing, the alliteration… the family-friendly obviousness […]

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Boss(hogg).

“I’ve just been so terrible about keeping in touch. I just, I work, all the time, and I talk about work, I worry about work, I haven’t exercised in over a month, and I just, I have so much work.” “Well, so does everybody else,” #ouch And so went a totally non-hostile exchange with a […]

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The little garden that could.

[Celebrating the first day in a month not spent with dirt caked under my fingernails with Raventos i Blanc pink cava.] Now that you know I’ve been bananas busy like my backside’s on fire—so busy—I thought it’d be a good time to put a few more dirty socks on that pile and tell you about two […]

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You unoriginal bastard!

“$1.25, Willie?” Name that reference and you get a burrito. Bonked a presentation over the bean with a rotten tangerine today. Just, BONK. (Not pictured.) Formula dressing for formula nailing. I’m getting the hang of corporate in the same way someone gets the hang of being in a foreign country by just giving up on […]

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Flush to the beat of your own drum.

Hey! Things were getting a little serious around here, so I figured I’d tell y’all a quick story to lighten things up. It’s called “The Follow-Up Flush.” It hails from a small, legendary all-girls’ prep school in Richmond, VA. In an era full of Double Dare, Don Johnson and the Doobie Brothers. These were girls […]

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Wizzle from hizzle

 Remember when I used to work from home? So do I. Because I had a snowday recently and got to wear a rock tee. Without a blazer. Hmph. -C.

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Treat yoself.

 If you’ve had a few weeks anything like the few weeks I’ve had, you’re in the mood to spend some moolah. I’m here to help. Running Mar 3 until this Sunday the 8th!! Head over to my homegirl Shopbop and tell me what you get.   -C.

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In the weeds.

[Rag & Bone Skinny Repair jeans + Need/Supply Knightsbridge sweater + Sigerson booties.]   In the weeds, guys. In the weeds. Can barely respond to emails, let alone accomplish things I’m responsible for that people pay me to do. When I push the toothpaste out of the tube in the morning, I skip so far […]

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Hey, tough guy: a letter to myself.

  [Which We Want flannel from Need/Supply + All Saints Assembly leather jacket + Rag & Bone hat + PAIGE Hoxton jeans + Sigerson Morrison booties + Vanessa Mooney spike necklace + Warby Parker Nash glasses.] Dear Carey, ages 6-16: Yo. I say ‘Yo,’ because I know this to be your salutation of choice. You […]

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