Rando Report: I Only Wear This Boring Sports Bra, Carine Roitfeld Does Not Care
Addison Rae’s sticker on her sole, a washable slip skirt, and a NEVERWORNS Live! Shopping sale...
Rando Report is a collection of things that have been on my mind and that I like…from Carine Roitfeld with a sex doll (multiple times) to an easy, washable slip skirt…this is what's been knocking around in my brain.
Addison Rae’s Sticker on the Bottom of Her Louboutins Means Something (To Me)
I spiraled when I saw Addison Rae’s sticker on the bottom of her shoe in the promotional images for her United Kingdom tour. There she is, hanging on a random metal fence, her foot kicked up and the remnants of a sticker clinging to the sole of her tired Christian Louboutin pump. (Someone pointed out that it was a sticker from The RealReal. Can anyone confirm?)
I get it. I’ve been there—and so have you. You’ve dreamt about the shoes for so long, you finally get the pair, and you don’t—or simply can’t—remove the sticker so it gets sloughed off as you march to and fro to the bar, to the house party, to the club, to the whatever. The soles are worn down, but that faded vestige of a sticker…remains. The Rae image feels young. It feels careless. It feels refreshingly not manicured or styled. I miss this sort of night-out look.
I went on TikTok and did a short, off-the-cuff breakdown. I said “marketing” in the first line, and it annoyed people. Are the exfoliated remnants of a sticker on the bottom of Rae’s busted Louboutin marketing? Well, it’s a choice. I got a message from a PR person who told me that the paparazzi once snapped Gwyneth Paltrow out with inventory stickers on the bottom of her heels, and the then-2010s-era press team got in trouble.
In the Addison Rae case, there’s a fantastical, youthful feel of carelessness and the chaos of rushing. An excitement so electric that time waits for no one, so you just slip the shoes on and go out! Is my read on the worn-down sticker on the bottom of her shoe too deep? It’s nothing, but it’s everything.
Carine Roitfeld Has the Most Fun Instagram Out There
Carine Roitfeld is the most unserious person and yet one of the best stylists to ever exist. She simply does not care. Just swipe through her Instagram: the French stylist sits on the couch with a sex doll as if she’s about to light a cigarette plopped in its mouth, while in another shot, she’s posted an image of herself in mid-strut, donning one of her staple catty pencil skirts, and in one video, she shoves a strawberry into the mouth of another sex doll with the caption “it’s a tough job but someone has to do it.”
This devil-may-care attitude is nothing new for Roitfeld. This unbothered aura is the stylist at her core and rears its cheeky head in her work. Just this week, upon the news that Vogue’s Anna Wintour is in search of a new head of editorial content, Roitfeld posted a great shoot of cigarette-huffing Ukrainian model Snejana Onopka, who posed as the bobbed Wintour in a shoot for French Vogue’s August 2007 issue. Who would dare but Carine? Even back in the day, Roitfeld had a great sense of humor and could take the piss out of this freakishly uptight industry!
There are a handful of stylists and editors who are renowned but quiet. You won’t see them on social media unless they’re showing their work. That’s fine. As for Roitfled, she is a meteor on the platform. Plus, the chatty role feels au naturel for the feline Frenchie: she has always been sassy and camera-facing. Also, it’s a great way for young people who didn’t grow up with Roitfeld to learn about her. You’ll find her old Tom Ford-era Gucci campaigns (yes, the pubic G topiary one) and grainy, yesteryear BTS videos of her shooting with the late Patrick Demarchelier. Consider Roitfeld’s social media presence a gateway to understanding who she is. Note: I’d love to see street-style legend Anna Dello Russo do something similar.
Jalil Johnson Is Parting With Some of His Fab Clothes, NEVERWORNS Style
The rumors are true, I’m doing a live sale of
’s clothes this coming Thursday. (Here is the link to my live sale page and $15 off your first purchase. Note: the pieces will be uploaded throughout the week, so stay tuned.) He has a super rare Versace dress, Margiela-era Hermès, and much more. It’s delectable. It’s delicious. There is something for everyone. I’ll release more images as the week goes on.When I went to his new apartment, I was absolutely charmed by his new look…out with the swan and in with the beachy Abercrombie get-up of yore. PS. He recently released some really good merch. A gray V-neck sweatshirt with his storied logo…and you know I love a V-neck.
A New Fashion Critic (With a Great Head of Hair)
We can all read the sweet critiques of fashion’s resident dad: Walt Yotka of @dadfashioncritic is coming in piping hot with reviews—with specific look numbers to boot! If the surname sounds familiar, you’d be right to guess that this Walt is the father of Steff Yotka, the Global Editorial Director of i-D. He might be considered a nepo dad, but Mr. Yotka, who has an incredible head of white hair, has been an industry fixture for years now. Yotka has been posting his text reviews since 2018, “We’ve collated everything into this account,” she tells me, adding, “He loves fashion in! And he’s the real writer of the family.” Mr. Yotka has also had some major airtime on the runway. For spring 2025, he walked for Chopova Lowena in London in a bishop-sleeve shirt, a natty knit vest, and a pair of metal bauble-slathered jeans. (He also walked the NEVERWORNS runway!)
On a more serious note, maybe we should have more people who aren’t strictly in the industry weigh in on shows? (I remember my former colleague Emily Farra sent her twin sister, a NICU nurse, to the Area show.) We live in such a fashion-obsessed bubble that it’s sometimes impossible to see beyond ourselves.
Shout out
does a great job with American Style, chronicling what people, not necessarily in fashion, wear. (Biz, this is an open plea to hit midtown to see how the ladies are shopping!)The Only Sports Bra I Wear, The Only Logo Tee I Want, The Best Washable Slip Skirt
A few weeks ago, I wrote about wanting to really sweat and see that sweat. I highlighted that gray workout wear is gratifyingly nasty. Since then, I’ve been wearing this delightfully boring gray racerback sports bra, which gets satisfyingly sopped by the end of each of my workouts. When I’m done blasting miles on the stationary bike, the cotton piece becomes a soaked record of time, effort, and release. A drenched, diaphoretic trophy on my chest! You can thank the