I never wanted to have a blog, like how the girls on "Unexpected" never wanted a kid (and yes, I do love TLC). It just happened. I don't know what I'm doing, or why I'm doing it. This isn't something as brilliant as Man Repeller or as aesthetically-perfect as your average Ingrid Goes West influencer's tips of the day. This is just me writing to write, with a few rants thrown in (this is one of them).
New York is the best place in the world. That is not a hyperbole; that is a fact. There is so much here-- so many interesting people and so much inspiration, fashion or otherwise. The F Files encompasses all of this.
I won't post consistently; I'll post when I have time. Our Instagram account is a curated collection of where I find inspiration, mainly from professional photos that I did not spend hours styling and lighting like the people who posted them did. I don't have time for that, but I still appreciate the product. The F Files is my outlet instead.
There will be pop culture references, drunken rants, interviews with strangers, brand profiles, chronicles of food binges, friendly advice, weekend adventures, and hopefully, some fun. The F Files is utter freedom, and I embrace it.
This blog is dedicated to those who read it. It's an acquired taste. You know who you are.
In the words of Miranda Priestly, that is all.