letters from lynsey: on judgement

There are few things I care for less than listening to people put others down. If you know me at all, you’ve probably seen me squirm in the presence of negativity or destructive criticism at least once.  I shut down. And if you’re lucky, I don’t talk.  But on the rare occasion I do feel the need to speak out, I stumble around my words and try to steer the conversation clear of complaints and people who aren’t present to defend themselves.  Now don’t get me wrong, I am a human being and I have been caught in my fair share of conversations where I have said things I am not proud of. I would be a massive hypocrite if I tried to say otherwise. When I was twelve years old, well, let’s just say I am not always proud of that little girl (or her adult counterpart, for that matter). But my inability to be perfect, no matter how hard I try, doesn’t mean I can’t want better for myself and my relationships. It doesn’t mean I have to be OK with it. Because I’m not.

Recently I have been witness to so many discussions I wish I wasn’t. So many conversations about this girl’s style or that one’s choices. As a woman who celebrates her own individuality and is proud of her friends for how insanely weird they are (you guys are SO weird), it’s hard for me to not burst into song just to make it stop every time it starts. I don’t expect everyone I meet to care about Schiaparelli’s wearable art in the same ways I do. Why should I? We would all just sit around agreeing with each other. I’m bored just thinking about it.

One of my best friends is obsessed with philosophy (admittedly not my forte), constantly cross-referencing each semi-deep thought I have against philosophers I haven’t given brain space to since Freshman year. Another lives in a constant state of wanderlust and has seen more of the world in one year than I might in a lifetime, all from the seat of his bicycle. Another is a former Big Six banker now stay-at-home mother whose biggest joke is that she hasn’t bought new clothes since we met in college. (To be honest, I have no idea if this is a joke or if it’s actually true. I never remember what she is wearing, because each time we sit down to dinner we dump so much life on the table that the color of cotton hanging in her closet is the last thing on my mind.) My friends and I are not the same. We don’t all like the same things or have the same life goals. What we do have in common is our sense of humor, our desire to live and laugh as much as possible, the willingness to support each other through decisions we know might not end well and the desire to be better. We love each other, not in spite of our differences, but because of them. My close friends are truly individuals. They are people of substance, encouraging and uplifting others to be the same. I am proud to know them. They remind me that there is so much more to life than focusing on those of others.

About two months ago I fell down an Instagram rabbit hole and found these words (if you know who they belong to, please let me know so I can give them credit for being so amazing): Assume someone is near perfect when you meet them, tell them how amazing they are as often as you notice and never entertain a negative thought or word. Those are my friends. This is the kind of human being I want to be.

I apologize if you were expecting my usual sarcasm and self-deprecating jokes. I’ve just been thinking a lot about this lately. About the kind of person I want to be and the kind of people I want to surround myself with. And in the end, I would rather someone say I was smart, witty and kind over a woman with style any day of the week. I would encourage you to be the same.  And with that, I’ll get off of my soapbox.

– Lynsey Eaton

coat: c/o LUBLU Kira Plastinina (old; similar options HERE and HERE) / turtleneck: LUBLU Kira Plastinina (not yet available, but this one is a good alternative) / top: Boy + Girl / jeans: AYR / boots: Stuart Weitzman (less expensive options HERE, HERE and HERE) / handbag: Ralph Lauren Collection (old; similar HERE)


images by SUKILYNN for TKC

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behind the smile: red carpet ready

A few month’s ago, our very own Katie Cassidy joined forces with Crest 3D White and Elle Magazine to showcase who she is “Behind the Smile.” In November she shared her fitness secrets, December was all about her beauty routine and in last month’s issue Katie gave some insight into how she creates her signature style. For February’s issue of Elle, in the last installment of the “Behind the Smile” content featuring Katie, she’s sharing all about what it takes to be red carpet ready.

This month it feels like there have been more red carpets rolled out than in a screening of Beyond the Lights.  From the SAG Awards and the Golden Globes to the granddaddy of them all, last night’s Oscars (not to be too biased, but we think Katie killed it last night – agree?!). Trying to capture your sense of style in not one, but multiple black tie gowns while begging your skin to keep it in check for the entire season, is kind of like going to prom with your dream date (Channing Tatum, obviously) five times in one month. Chances are, things aren’t always going to be perfect. So the best thing to do is let go, take control of the things you can (like religiously using Crest Whitestrips) and smile. Because you worked hard on making that smile white and those cameras are going to take your picture regardless. You might as well enjoy it.


Look out for more “Behind the Smile” content surrounding red carpet season. In the meantime, be sure and check out the behind the scenes video from this month’s installment of the campaign (below) and get the full scoop on what Katie does to prep for the flashing cameras (even if said cameras are in her phone).

All images taken by Jake Rosenberg

Disclosure: Part of a collaboration with Crest 3D White and Elle Magazine. The opinions expressed herein are those of the author and are not indicative of the opinions or positions of Crest 3D White.

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NYFW: Backstage at ICB

Fashion Week is all fun and good. When it comes to checking out clothes we’ll only own if by some miracle they make it to the Barney’s Warehouse Sale and we manage to risk life and limb in order to snag them, there’s no better fantasy world to live in. But, when you’re on your third cup of coffee and the wind has both literally and figuratively chapped your hide, sometimes all you want is to look at clothes you might actually go about purchasing one day. Which is why visiting ICB is always one of the highlights of our week.

This season, after receiving an invitation disguised as a “Roommate Wanted” ad, we attended an open house at what was essentially a model apartment – and we aren’t just talking about its inhabitants who gracefully floated about the space laughing and interacting with each other like they’d known each other for years. Impeccably styled, the cozy yet bright space was the perfect complement to the line’s chunky knits and impeccable tailoring. We couldn’t help but fall in love with the deconstructed winter pieces as we took note of their layering over menswear inspired separates.

In a week filled with larger than life presentations and styling that borders on too much, it was nice to step into a space that felt attainable as well as aspirational. Like these women would actually wear these clothes like this, keep their makeup this fresh and live in this apartment. Like we could do it with them.

(This is just a sampling of the amazing shots we got at this presentatino. Be sure and check out all of the fun at the ICB apartment on our Pinterest Board.)

photography by SUKILYNN for TKC

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