Sept. 20, 2017
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Dump Frump

unSTYLE Like a precious scarce bloom in the arid wasteland of fashion mediocrity, the haute folks—the style friends, the happy-core kids—are few and far between.

Wednesday, February 1, 2017 Amy Davis

Weaver Fever

We are all interwoven

unSTYLE Weaving is deep and alive, an ancient and elegant wonder-dipped magic.

Monday, December 26, 2016 Amy Davis, SFR

High Fashion

unSTYLE Sticky. Minty. Green. All covered in a smattering of dusty micro-crystals, viscous resin dew droplets and wild purple-red hairs. Anyone?

Wednesday, December 14, 2016 Amy Davis

Anger is an Energy

unSTYLE I recently got so friggin’ angry. Wicked enraged. And no, not because of what you may be thinking—it had nothing to do with the election.

Wednesday, November 30, 2016 Amy Davis

Technocide Bouquet

unSTYLE On one of my many walks through this most glitter-dusted, technicolor city, it occurred to me that something intangible was getting me down.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016 Amy Davis

Hello, Yellow

unSTYLE Yellow is everywhere this lemon drop-splashed autumn, more brilliant than any fall I have ever witnessed in Santa Fe.

Wednesday, November 2, 2016 Amy Davis

Lo Que es Viejo es Nuevo

(Old-school, meet new-school)

unSTYLE The creamy early morning sunshine was dripping off the flossy Santa Fe clouds and drenching the adobes with a glow so ethereal and unbelievable that I knew it was time to stretch and carpe diem, baby.

Wednesday, October 19, 2016 Amy Davis

New York City Art OD

unSTYLE What to wear to an NYC art opening on the hipper-than-hip, gritty-edgy-skuzzy-slimy-grimy Lower East Side? One that they fly you out to and put you up and wine and dine you because it’s showcasing your entire...

Wednesday, October 5, 2016 Amy Davis


unSTYLE A few years ago I was watching a crappy movie-of-the-week with Sienna Miller playing some Hitchcock blonde, and right then and there I decided to go all glowy-snowy.

Wednesday, September 14, 2016 Amy Davis


unSTYLE OK, Jimmy John’s bananas-nutzo “Free Smells” sign in the window always triggers a snarky guffaw from my heavily glossed kisser. Smells are always free, like it or not.

Wednesday, August 31, 2016 Amy Davis


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