Get Me Savannah! is a newsletter about fashion and how it informs our lives.
It’s written by me, writer and HALOSCOPE Editor-in-Chief Savannah Eden Bradley. I’ve worked in fashion journalism and criticism since I was a teenager. My work has appeared in Business Insider, L’Officiel, and Rookie (RIP), among other outlets, and I currently work as a freelance critic, fashion consultant, and trendspotter.
For the past several years, my DMs have been deluged with panicked requests, from how to get a good deal on a pair of custom cowboy boots to how to dress for your adult conversion to Catholicism. Of course, I always answer.
In the process of doing that answering — and growing HALOSCOPE — I’ve built a community of fashion acolytes, jewelry hoarders, devoted slowmaxxers, yes-I-make-my-own-soap-why-do-you-ask-ers, and so on. I’ve always felt like there’s a dearth of spaces online to talk about fashion&living in an emotionally instructive, free-spirited, way that does away with pollarded convention. This is that place.
I want people to see clothes the way I see them and bear witness to their instruction. I want to write thoughtfully about fashion’s blithe emotional power, from crying in the dressing room to how a good pair of jeans can be a metaphysical experience. Most of all, though, I want to explore all of this with you — little blog posts, essays, shopping guides, recommendations, Q+A’s, podcast eps, and more.
This is the first project I’ve ever led as ~*Savannah Eden Bradley*~ and not an invisible hand behind the wheel. People tell me I have “very specific tastes” which is usually an insult but not wholly incorrect. I am very discerning, overly critical, horribly ambitious, incredibly particular, and skeptical of all neatly-defined causes. I once spent seven whole months trying to find the exact right pair of baby blue Swedish Hasbeens and didn’t even buy them. I dislike meretricious displays of connoisseurship and love dressing like I’ve been lost in the desert for 30 years. This newsletter was previously named after a Joni Mitchell song about running away to Greece and doing a bunch of coke. I don’t want to be in a situation for even an hour where I’m not enjoying myself. I know who I am — and what I love and loathe — very deeply. If this sounds like you, you’re in the right place.
ANYWAYS! I’ve been writing for a decade, now, and I’ve always longed for a space where cool people talk about cool things, especially when it comes to fashion. This place is just you, me, my broken closet, and a lot of are.na links. Whether you have a paid subscription or a free one, I’m happy you’re here.
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