Amanda Maxwell's Nobody Told Me There'd Be Days Like These is a collection of short stories for anyone who is, or remembers what it was like to be young.

We were featured in an article about Chicago's fashion-art hybrid stores in the June issue of Lucky Magazine!


Shop Lucky's picks:

A-Z Collection Mason Bag

Slow and Steady Wins the Race Loop Scarf

[Montgomery Perry Smith available in store]

Natalie being an ingénue.


Astrology Zone: I need to know what my future holds so I visit Astrology Zone when I cannot make it to my psychic.  This lady is legit and never wrong.


Garance Doré: You thought the Sartorialist was amazing? Garance Doré in addition to capturing amazing photos also sketches the most lovely images.  Oh yeah and she is lovers with the aforementioned.


La Garçonne: This shop has all the clothes you need and featured on an incredibly designed page.  Truly perfect.


Jezebel: Possibly the best site on the internet if you are into crushing the patriarchy while looking good and gossiping about celebrities.


Karla's Closet: Awesome haircut.  Check. Latina. Check. A blogger who isn't rail thin or looking demurely into the camera.  Truly a daring girl.


NY Mag Blogs: Vulture. The Cut. Daily Intel.  The funniest people in New York are possibly writing all of these blogs.


The Pipeline: Provides all the fashion news I want to read and with lots of wit.  Always has me ahead of the fashion curve.


[Natalie James is the brains/beauty behind Fashion Intel, a lifestyle blog for the fashionable intellectual.]

There was a large chunk of land behind my junior high school known as “The Hills.” It was an unclaimed no man's land, where you could do whatever you wanted. There were strange half built sheds, bags of lawn clippings, some illegally dumped furniture, and the occasional dead animal. Locals would go there to drink beer, burn stuff for fun, and drive four wheelers on the hills, some of which were steep and untracked. There were arched tracks left behind by motorcyclists on the hillsides where they had attempted to ride over the highest point (usually a stump). There was a muddy pond and twisted-up sage brush; all which was hidden from civilization. The edge of the land was the closest possible point to the high school where the kids could smoke. It was also the only place for them to go if they had skipped class and didn't own a car. One day I was back there after school riding my bike (I was 12) and I saw a group of about eight stoners from the high school. They had discovered an abandoned jeep! They pushed it up a massive dirt hill and were taking joy rides in it. It was bouncing over rocks at high speeds and kicking up dust without the sound of an engine. It was probably the most unsafe operation I had ever seen in my life but I could see the expressions of pure joy on their faces. It's one of my favorite memories from that time and somehow everyone survived. I like empty plots of land like that one. There is always something messed up about them that keeps them from being developed and there's a special kind of freedom that allows for stoners to go four wheeling in abandoned jeeps. The entire state of Alaska feels like a more pristine, grown-up version of one of those areas and everything about it is just a bit too rugged and crazy for the masses. Many of the photos in this book were taken in Alaska. The others are from California, Colorado, Utah, and Vermont.

Peter Sutherland


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