In June, I announced my discovery of the best-ever white button-down. To this day, it’s still my go-to white shirt (even though I actually accidentally washed it with a tie-dye sock and now it’s more pink-ish, but that’s another story). Since then, a lot of people have come to me with specific white-shirt requests: larger collars, no collar, sleeve details, slim-cut. Lo, I have returned to take a deep dive into the wider world of exemplary white shirts. I’ve personally had the pleasure of getting to feel and see most of the picks below in person, and I am excited to announce that they are all ..read more

As of Friday, October 23, 2020, Repeller is closed. The site will no longer publish new stories but the archive will remain available to access. Thank you to everyone who has contributed their talent and effort to this brand. And thank you, the audience, for having chosen to spend time here. I wish you all the very best. The post Notice of Wind Down & A Publishing Update appeared first on Repeller ..read more

I come from a family of expert-level dumpster-divers and road-pickers. My grandfather once found two flat-screen TVs on the side of a road in his neighborhood in Florida. He picked them up, put them in his car, and drove home—where he set them up in separate rooms, so that he and my grandma could watch their different soap operas every night, in peace.  The next day, my grandpa walked up to the house where he’d found the TVs—then knocked on the door and asked for the remotes.  Looking at the cast-off or once-loved/now abandoned objects in alleys and stoops and dusty thrift store shel ..read more

Glass is lifeless. Invisible. It’s nothing, really. It exists to be seen through. It possesses no beauty of its own. It refracts the light and bends the truth. I do not want to look like glass. And yet! There are 348 emails in my inbox telling me I should. There are 402,000 Instagram posts suggesting the same. There are over one billion Google search results for “glass skin,” a mélange of articles and blog posts and product pages, all offering advice on how to make my skin look less like skin and more like an amorphous solid.  Erase Your Pores In 3 Easy Steps! Decimate Your Dead Skin ..read more

I never believed in the concept of a “going-out top” until about a month ago. In college, I remember changing no less than 100 dramatic times before going out—my go-to was always a combination of big tees, sweaters, and a blazer, which (shockingly) didn’t feel right on a weekend evening.  Just a few weeks ago, though—during what we may later describe as the all-time peak of NOT going out—something made me a believer: this top on Instagram. I wanted to nudge my 21-year-old self: This is it! This is a going-out top! It has a square-ish neck, dives deep into the armpits, shows some décollet ..read more

I don’t even need to cram a cider donut into my face hole to know that the temperature slipping below 60 degrees Fahrenheit (I think that’s like 15 degrees Celsius? Idk I’m not a scholar) means we’ve got yet another fall on our hands. Now: The first day of fall was technically September 22nd, but it hasn’t really been fall until maybe a week ago. How can I say that with such authority? Because until then I hadn’t needed to pull out my light jackette: The jacket that slips over the cozy knits that shield your chilly nips, and/or your Risky Business button downs.  My light jacket happens t ..read more

I stumble across so many treasures on the internet while finding market for other stories. Here’s where I’ll share them with you, alternating weekly between vintage/second-hand and contemporary finds. Sign up here for our Shopping Newsletter, with eight additional finds every Friday. I’ve never limited myself to trends—I’m not going to stop wearing a certain style of jeans just because they’re suddenly “out.” However, I do sometimes pay attention to the latest thing: Puffy sleeves gave me great joy (still do) as did clogs (again, still do). Generally, though, I find myself most satisfied by pi ..read more

After spending 99 percent of my time in my studio apartment during quarantine, I—like a lot of other people, I think—went through an extremely intense phase of wanting to redecorate the joint. I headed to Instagram for some inspiration and immediately became hopelessly overwhelmed by all the really incredible spaces. While chugging home décor insta-content, I noted three interesting trends: checkered, pastels, and organically shaped decor. I did not, in fact, redecorate my entire apartment, but I did invest in some exceptionally pleasing key pieces–all vintage or handmade—from those three cate ..read more

I never know which popular strategy is better when people ask me how I’m doing. Should I say, “I’m fine thank you, how are you?” like a cog in the greased wheel of social graces that grinds on and on, tamping down the dust that gathers upon the ruins of human connection? Or should I say, “Actually I’ve been dreaming of my bones turning to liquid every night and I miss my mother so much that sometimes I cry when the rice cooker goes off because it reminds me of her, so on a 1-10 scale adjusted for pandemics and fundamental threats to the fabric of our society, like… a 6? What about you?” like a ..read more

A few months ago, the Repeller team started putting together a series of stories about motherhood and parenting during the pandemic. The first piece featured Abbi, who detailed her experience of being pregnant for the first time during strict social distancing regulations in Los Angeles. Today’s story is shared by Katy, who has been undergoing IVF in order to conceive a child with her wife—a complicated process made even more harrowing by COVID-19 related business closures. In 2019, when I was 35, I had a weird, super-late period. I happened to be going to see my OB that month and said, “Is th ..read more