Dave Schilling is a contributing writer for Image. He regularly covers style trends and culture in Los Angeles and has written sharp, witty and hilarious criticism about the joys and peculiarities of fashion in Southern California, including an ode to exposed chest hair; an essay on the beauty of cis straight men in skirts; and a feature on how skinny jeans factor into the gentrification of Northeast L.A. His work has appeared in the New Yorker, the Guardian, New York Magazine and GQ.
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It’s easy to see yourself going somewhere in these clothes, even if it’s to nowhere in particular.
If the apocalypse comes, no one will be spared its effects. We’ll all be mingling together, rummaging through boxes. Just like at the outlet mall.
In a city with too many vehicles and not enough space (or public transit), there are few experiences more luxurious than having someone else park your car.
I envy Knicks fans. I look over the white picket fence that separates us, me in my lavish, marble-appointed castle and them, with their quaint Craftsman that could maybe use a fresh coat of paint and some landscaping.