Notes on NYFW From A Nyquil Head

Buying Community Via Clothes: A Live Report From My Bed

This week, I’ve felt like junk—stuck in bed, staring out the window at all the beautiful September days, like a sad puppy. I tried everything: turmeric, ginger, mustard baths, meds, and even meditations for “being at peace with not breathing through your nose.” Nothing worked.

Eventually, I had to admit defeat. I had big plans to write an essay, but my b…