Category Archives: Terry LaFrazia

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How-To: Lessons from Dressing Myself

Today, some advice for the genderqueer, trans, lady-mannish, etc. people out there. Through years of dressing myself I have gained some hard-won experience on how to get menswear, or just masculinity, to work with a body that is shorter and

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How-To: Lessons from Dressing Myself

Today, some advice for the genderqueer, trans, lady-mannish, etc. people out there. Through years of dressing myself I have gained some hard-won experience on how to get menswear, or just masculinity, to work with a body that is shorter and

Urban Cabin

Visual Vacation: Aesthetic and Place

Two things: it is summer, and I am slightly tired of talking about clothes.  It’s not that I don’t love talking, thinking about, and wearing clothes. It’s just that clothing is only one part of what I think about when

Urban Cabin

Visual Vacation: Aesthetic and Place

Two things: it is summer, and I am slightly tired of talking about clothes.  It’s not that I don’t love talking, thinking about, and wearing clothes. It’s just that clothing is only one part of what I think about when

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Impossible Conversation: Dispatches from the Met’s Prada and Schiaparelli Exhibit

  Alex and I went to the Schiaparelli/Prada exhibit at the Met last week. The exhibit is smaller and more lighthearted than last year’s incredible McQueen hagiographic extravaganza, but that seemed fitting, perhaps more so for Prada than for Schiaparelli.

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Impossible Conversation: Dispatches from the Met’s Prada and Schiaparelli Exhibit

  Alex and I went to the Schiaparelli/Prada exhibit at the Met last week. The exhibit is smaller and more lighthearted than last year’s incredible McQueen hagiographic extravaganza, but that seemed fitting, perhaps more so for Prada than for Schiaparelli.

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New York in the (Very Early, Very Sweaty) Summertime

When I moved to Northern California from New York City a few months ago, one of the things I was sure I would miss, and did indeed long for, was a hot summer night.  These don’t really exist in San

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New York in the (Very Early, Very Sweaty) Summertime

When I moved to Northern California from New York City a few months ago, one of the things I was sure I would miss, and did indeed long for, was a hot summer night.  These don’t really exist in San

from Bruce Davidson's, "Brooklyn Gang"

In Praise of the T-shirt

  Today, a post in honor of the humble and ubiquitous T-shirt.  Maybe it’s because the weather is warming up, and everyone is taking off various outer layers to reveal the common denominator beneath.  Or, actually, it probably isn’t that,

from Bruce Davidson's, "Brooklyn Gang"

In Praise of the T-shirt

  Today, a post in honor of the humble and ubiquitous T-shirt.  Maybe it’s because the weather is warming up, and everyone is taking off various outer layers to reveal the common denominator beneath.  Or, actually, it probably isn’t that,

Tailor

Beautiful Naples: City of Trash Piles And Perfect Tailoring

  Welcome to Naples, Italy. The streets are lined with garbage, but the shops are filled with artfully crafted treasures. In the spirit of Thomas’ summer suit post, I thought I would share my passion for Neapolitan-style tailoring.  Naples has

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Beautiful Naples: City of Trash Piles And Perfect Tailoring

  Welcome to Naples, Italy. The streets are lined with garbage, but the shops are filled with artfully crafted treasures. In the spirit of Thomas’ summer suit post, I thought I would share my passion for Neapolitan-style tailoring.  Naples has

Summer of '93

Two Months Shy of 19: a (Queer) New York Style Retrospective

I arrived in NYC on New Years Day 1993, and spent 18 years and 10 months calling the city my home. To live in New York, for me, was to live in its queer community, which both partook of the

Summer of '93

Two Months Shy of 19: a (Queer) New York Style Retrospective

I arrived in NYC on New Years Day 1993, and spent 18 years and 10 months calling the city my home. To live in New York, for me, was to live in its queer community, which both partook of the