“As an American woman, I currently have less reproductive autonomy than I would have had the day I was born.”
As a teenage sales clerk, Monica Prata noticed that men were coming into stores with an interest in women’s clothing and makeup. So she decided to become a “feminine image consultant.”
On the casting process for New York’s cult leader-like spin instructors.
A profile of Andrej Pejic, a model who walks the runway in both men and women’s clothing.
For even a moderately vain female, spending time with Pejic is like losing a race to someone who’s not even running: If he were not a man, he would be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in the flesh—which, in his case, is flawless and poreless and has an English-rose luster.
The social rituals of the pansexual, bi-queer, metroflexible New York teen.