I'm Jewish, so I don't really do Christmas gifts, and Hanukkah is not as big a deal as gifts are concerned, so I never actually give gifts.

I have such a simple process - it takes me, like, ten minutes to get ready.

I started my blog when I was a senior in college, and I knew that all the people in my program were probably going to be applying for very similar jobs, so I needed something to separate my resume.

Making the decision to embrace or to shun makeup is one that should be contingent on nothing more, nothing less, than doing what makes you feel like the best version of yourself.

As someone who has been known for the way they've been dressed, it's almost OK for me to wear New Balances and sweat pants. I'm not necessarily moulding trends, but it's OK if I'm not adhering to them.

Most people assume that my style is so outlandish and out there, but the reality is I like very classic pieces just rendered unusually.

I am comfortable with how I look.

I have a degree in journalism, which is something that I make very clear very frequently just so people are aware of it. I went to school to write... Editorial integrity is very important to me.

I am loving visible bras with shirts, high-waisted pants and oversize blazers.

Next time you look in the mirror, close your eyes and ask yourself when you feel like the best version of you. When you open them, act on that.

My eyes will never be blue; my bone structure will never allow for you to mistake me for a Scandinavian model.

Initially what defined me as a 'man repeller' was my conscious effort to wear clothing that was attractive in my opinion but not necessarily in a man's opinion.

Without getting too spiritual, God has done so much for me; the least I can do is drink Kiddush wine on a Friday night.

I have a pretty decent understanding of which posts will perform better than others. Specifically on Instagram, when it's a style picture, those ones always get way more likes.

What good is a wall without framed art? It is like the equivalent of the accessories that you choose to wear to decorate a black dress - precisely the stuff that makes the wall/dress you.

I feel like alternative piercings in the ear is this untapped way to festoon yourself. Not many people understand this, but it hurts so good. It's like getting dental work done. It hurts in the right way.

I got a C in art when I was in 11th grade. That it is even possible to come out of a high school art class with a C is wondrous, especially considering the creative license we were encouraged to use to, for lack of a better axiom, color outside the lines.

No matter the candidate, every detail in a campaign is carefully and strategically framed for our consumption. The devil is in them.

I think that when I started Man Repeller, the Internet was still hungry for authentic content from girls that weren't actresses or supermodels and were just relatable girls who had opinions and outfit ideas, and they weren't always good, but at least they were original.

I buy all my perfumes duty free - I think people are fools not to.

I gained this new sense of control over my love life because when I called myself a 'man repeller,' you assumed that being single is my choice. I'm man-repelling because that's how I want to dress. I'm not single because no men like me. I'm single because I choose fashion over a relationship.

I don't say in the morning, 'Look, Leandra, here are a bunch of women. Put that bronzer down.' It's more that I'm busy and whatever helps you get out the door and go to sleep easier.

I have always had a fleeting relationship with clothing.

By the time I graduated college, I was sick of what was out there. I wanted to bring something new to the Internet.

Don't get me wrong - I'm not against makeup. If I could manage looking like 'me' in a way that also read as tastefully, invisibly airbrushed, I'd sign up for that faster than you could choose a filter to do it for me.

What a woman does or does not do to her face is personal. And as with most other things, makeup or a lack thereof can serve as either a prison or a fortress commanded by the mind: you can become a slave to it, or it can set you free.

Sometimes I wear red lipstick - it makes me feel sophisticated.

I never borrowed money from Mom. I lived at home, but my parents never helped me. I worked hard and moved out. I treated my blog like a business; hard work is important.

I'm not comfortable leaving the apartment if the bed isn't made or a chair isn't tucked into the table.

You don't usually find an island in a New York kitchen.

I don't take such good care of my skin; my mom kills me about it... I sit in the sun so much. I love a tan.

I understand that there are thick, dark circles under my eyes. I have grown to appreciate them. I have noticed that my nose grows a little hookier on a near-monthly basis. That's fine. I know there are wrinkles ready to stake their claim as full time residents on my forehead any moment now. My dad has those, too, and I find that endearing.

Fashion Week is a great opportunity to make unimportant people feel like they own the world.

Sloane Crosley and David Sedaris are two of my favorite writers; they're the kind of writers who make you feel like, 'I can do this. I want to do this.'

People always ask me how I muster the strength to be so open about things, and I explain to them that I took the Myers-Briggs test, like, four times, and every single time, I ranked an 87 percent extrovert, so it would probably take more strength for me to shut up.

I don't necessarily see my not wearing makeup as a social comment or that it's because I work in a female-dominated industry.

I think the thing about New York City real estate is that you kind of just take what you can get when you're renting.

One thing I didn't think upon getting married: that my style would - or could - change.

There's charm, in some capacity, to every trend. I just think practicality should die. Crocs - blech.

I do know that I would never - though you should never say never - work with a decorator, because I don't want to see the touch of someone else in my own space.

Nothing's worse than oily skin.

I'm not dressing with men in mind at all. I'm just going to wear what I want to wear. It makes things easier, too.

I don't hate what I see when I look in the mirror. Even if legions of others don't agree. I have accepted the reflection that reliably bounces back at me for its perks and its flaws.

When I'm wearing red lipstick, I'll never do anything with my eyes. And it's so easy - you just put on red lipstick, and your whole face just seems done.

I didn't launch the website with any goals in mind, to be honest. I didn't know that it would have been anything other than a digital portfolio once I graduated college.

If I have to give up good fashion for a relationship, I don't want a relationship.

When push comes to shove, no one really cares what you're wearing except you.

It seems inevitable, if unfair, that when a woman is vying for a prominent position in office, her outfit choices will be analyzed to a degree considerably higher than those of her male counterpart by simple existence of gender stereotypes.

I have never done anything to my brows, though sometimes I tweeze the intersection of the left and right brow, which is either a really good thing or a really bad thing.