Topshop Camel coat // J. Crew shirt // Zara jeans // Nella Bella clutch // Thomas Sabo charm bracelet // Vintage shoesÂ
I recently discovered that one of my latest influencer crushes is also a dentist. This had me like, ohhhh, now I see where the crocodile CDC comes from. And yes, if you’re reading this, Dr. Laura, I have every right to talk about you since you pulled the old follow-unfollow on me. I still follow you so as far as I’m concerned this is a one way street, we are not friends. I just stalk you.
Nonetheless, she’s got impeccable New Yorker style, is gorgeous, writes for Refinery 29 and somehow manages to perform a few root canals in between Bergdorf’s and The Hamptons. I found all of this out and decided to mention it during the dessert portion of a dinner party attended by three dentists, two prospective dentists and two fashion bloggers i.e., my boyfriend’s entire family. Within minutes we had one dentist on Google Maps locating her office in NYC; another cueing up her YouTube video channel on the big screen TV; others were checking out her IG feed passing around my iPhone and going way way back. I told them if they accidentally double-tapped one photo from 2011 we would be had.
The questions we were asking: How does she find the time to be a fashion blogger and a dentist? Is she a real dentist? When did she graduate from dentistry? How old is she? and most importantly, the unspoken question everyone at the table was desperately seeking an answer to, so as to quiet the flash of panic her existence had elicited in all of our hearts: Can a fashion blogger be a dentist and can a dentist be a fashion blogger?
Here was this hybrid who had – against all odds – found an income source to fund her penchant for Givenchy and an outlet to show it off. I used to comfort myself with the fact that people who chose conventional careers that offer lots of security and a disposable income to shop at Holts full price whilst having enough money leftover for a Dyson vaccuum would have nowhere to wear all those beautiful couture dresses and blazers except for at the office and at home, vacuuming. I opted for a life of excitement and poverty, sure I would be invited to all the parties even if I never had anything to wear to them or had to beg, borrow or steal a designer sample for the occasion, back at noon the next day without any sweat stains.
That was all before Dr. Laura. The Renaissance blogger.
I’ve booked my DATs for the Fall and I’m pretty sure someone from the table that night went home and signed up for WordPress.
