My Info

About Me

When I was eight I decided I’d be a writer and by age 10 I was publishing — writing, editing, illustrating, and distributing — a muckraking magazine on playground scandals.

I move fast.

And faster still: I co-founded a non-profit publication while I was 16 (Tyro still prints today), and between editing the high school newspaper and participating in televised press conferences for LA Youth, I was twice published in the national Teen Ink, and regularly contributing to local publications — all before I could legally see rated-R movies.

When I was 20, I was published in the bestselling book series Written in the Dirt, I wrote for fashion bible WWD, I was hand-picked to write for one of the largest anti-spyware firms in the world (Enigma Software Group, Inc.), and I had a couple of columns with Top Button, a fashion dot-com with one of the largest subscriber-bases in the business.

Now, barely old enough to legally enjoy the trendy _____tinis that I don’t, my fashion writing has been published on Yahoo! News, Citysearch.com, Fashion Wire Daily, Hearst’s SHOP Etc.com, Trunkt, INKED, and more. And KRiSTOPHER DUKES .com, which began as my online portfolio and morphed into a fashion blog February 2006, has been featured in VOGUE.fr, NY Times.com, and Forbes.com once and WWD twice, along with Japan’s SPUR, and others. I also girl about town in f**k-you heels, I —

– Drink far too many soy lattes.

Member Since

Feb 14, 2006

Sites

• Life. Style. With KRiSTOPHER.
• Bruno Frisoni Shoes
• Christian Louboutin Shoes
• Giuseppe Zanotti Shoes

Communities

• Cool Hunting
• GetOutdoors
• Glam

What is the next...

Purchase you’ll make?

Venti soy green tea latte, sugar free. With a side of yoga hip-hip, please. Yeah, the most p*ssy drink in the world.

Trend in design?

Ladies sporting f**k-you heels instead of f**k-me heels.

Car you’d like to own?

A driver, if only to make the streets safe from my driving like a quarter-Asian, 13-year-old boy getting a blow job.

Big step you’d like to make?

Breast implants. I mean, donating a grand to Mother Bono's latest.

Fad that will fade?

C-listers slapping their names on made-in-China clothing. I don't even know who half these blond bots with jeans out are.

Vacation you’ll take?

My gramps recently asked me what I was doing besides working. "More working," I replied.

Thing you’re going to fight for?

I'm campaigning for a more serious appreciation for the "F" word. A verb, an adjective, a noun... To screw, to get screwed... The "F" word works harder than I do.

Secret that’s going to leak?

I own a pair of sneakers. But my New Balances are like models who don't do cocaine -- no one believes they exist.

Hollywood blockbuster going to be about?

I may be the one 20-something-year-old in LA LA Land sans a clue or care.

Life you’ll lead?

We've only just beguuun... Sing it with me.

Fountain of youth?

Working passionately.

Book you’ll read?

Something by Ayn Rand, Henrik Ibsen, Edith Wharton, Edna Ferber, or Nietzsche. And here you thought I spend evenings pouring over Vogue or W or something.

Thing that will change the world?

Independence.

Guilty-pleasure food in which you’ll indulge?

Food? Guilt? I know neither.

Person to whom you’ll say, “I love you”?

My laptop. It's always been so supportive of my career, and I find, after I've had it plugged in and running for a few hours, that it is extremely warm.