Atticus journeyed to Raleigh this weekend for the opening of our Raleigh Denim bfff’s new endeavor, the Curatory. The workshop, warehouse and storefront hybrid is nothing short of spectacular, but dual 6 a.m. flights mean we’re still catching up, so please stay tuned for a proper update!

In the meantime, (since embarrassingly, I can barely turn my camera on) we’ll leave the images to the professionals. Check out these absolutely beautiful photos of the Curatory, courtesy of our new friend Nick.

Real talk: I discovered the best thing on the internet last week. The site, Man Repeller, details writer Leandra Medine’s hilariously honest affinity for adorning herself in attire that befuddles hetero male counterparts. (See: harem pants, shoulder pads, onesies and my personal favorite offender, birth control eye wear.)

Women have long dressed solely for other women and over a recent 9 hour brunch, a good friend and I discussed our own Man Repelling greatest hits. Her vision of laid-back cool in a slouchy sweatshirt paired with a maxi skirt evoked an “are you wearing pajamas?” from her gentleman friend. My own predilection for “casual” fur coats and ‘pants optional’ mantra have more than once garnered the dreaded “where exactly do you think we are?”

Man Repeller makes no excuses; she’s painfully aware her devotion to feathers, fringe and drop-crotch send potential suitors running, but as with any kindred fashion devotee, she struggles with the all too familiar dilemma of dressing for yourself (shapeless and frumpy, check!) versus dressing for straight men (uhh…I actually can’t give any examples because I obviously haven’t a clue when it comes to what men find attractive.)

Sigh. Seeing as how I’ve never purposefully dressed like sex on a stick, it seems my man repelling ways are here to stay. But don’t go crying into your pillow about my plethora of white girl problems just yet. I’m still holding out hope that somewhere, somehow there’s an entire sub-section of men who favor ankle socks over conventional sexiness. Right? RIGHT?!

Perhaps I’m setting myself up for disaster (sooooo out of character), searching for a mythical creature, like a unicorn or a monogamous bartender, but in the meantime, at least I’m in good company.

Image via The Man Repeller

The online source for all things cool, Refinery29 has long been my go-to for staying on the pulse of fashion, beauty and lifestyle. Recently, it seems we’ve been inspired by the same people. Check out their new series “My NY,” to find out where Atticus faves like Charlotte Ronson, Philip Crangi, Steven Alan and Alice Temperley hang out in New York.

An ADD-afflicted procrastinator’s dream come dream (or worst nightmare), we stumbled across svpply.com because a darling member posted an item from our site.

Hailed as a “retail bookmarking and recommendation service,” svpply is an infinity of beautiful objects, satiating our desire to be constantly surrounded with the exquisite, while simultaneously evoking unparalleled lust. We can either quit our jobs and take up dredging the depths of online retail or simply visit the site’s edited to perfection offerings. It’s invitation only exclusivity only makes us want it that much more.

So what do you say, svpply? We’re not trying to put a ring on this finger, but how about a drink and we’ll play it by ear? If say, an invite were extended to [email protected], we promise to make it worth your while.

Why is everything British always better? Vogue.co.uk falls into the daily roster of sites I must read the second I wake up. For what-to-wear inspiration, I always check out the “Today I’m Wearing” feature. Each month the site follows a different stylish girl as she chronicles her sartorial choices. Today is the last day to check out April’s feature, girl we love to hate, Olivia Palermo.