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Julia Allison is a journalist, entrepreneur, public speaker, relationship expert, columnist for ELLE.com, star of BRAVO's "Miss Advised," Georgetown graduate & former WIRED cover girl. She's made hundreds of appearances on NBC, CBS, ABC, Fox, CNN, MSNBC, VH1 & MTV, written for Newsweek, The Chicago Tribune, Cosmopolitan, New York magazine, Time Out New York and The New York Post & spoken at MIT, Wharton, Harvard on new media, personal branding, marketing & entrepreneurship.

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GUINEA PIG OF LOVE: A LOOK AT JULIA ALLISON’S … STUFF

GUINEA PIG OF LOVE: A LOOK AT JULIA ALLISON’S PERSONAL MEMENTOS
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JULY 31, 2012
BY JULIA ALLISON 

This was my attempt at casual chic, standing on the balcony of my new home in Marina del Rey (the beach town south of Venice & west of LA). I don’t know if I succeeded, but at least I tried?  I love Rachel Zoe’s new line, and picked up this maxi skirt of hers at Bloomingdale’s, which I paired, under the wise guidance of my ELLE editor Keith, with a simple white tee and a silver heart [read more...]

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GUINEA PIG OF LOVE: THE PLEASURE CAMP

GUINEA PIG OF LOVE: THE PLEASURE CAMP
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JULY 23, 2012
BY JULIA ALLISON 

I grew up going to camp: sailing camp, ballet camp, Canadian canoe camp, even debate camp.  But I’ve never attended Pleasure Camp…until now.

I’m on the floor, cross-legged on a yoga mat, surrounded by 35 other women, mostly a decade to three older that me, listening to a very beautiful, very dynamic blonde in a tight red bandage minidress tell me to visualize straddling a horse.  “Inhale deeply, breathe in and out” she purrs.  “Feel the creature beneath you. Up, down, [read more...]

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GUINEA PIG OF LOVE: THE MIND ARCHITECT

GUINEA PIG OF LOVE EXPERIMENT #4: MIND ARCHITECT
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JULY 17, 2012
BY JULIA ALLISON 

“PROMMMM!”

I’m in a twelve-year-old powder blue strapless floor-length tulle prom dress, screaming out of the sunroof a stretch limo with an enthusiastic but somewhat perplexed man in a gray tuxedo with matching blue cummerbund.  It is not your conventional first date, but I’m not your conventional girl.

Why prom? Oh, hell, who knows? Why do some people love bowling, and others enjoy ant farms?  Why do some people appreciate opera and others get off on NASCAR?  Whatever makes you happy!  [read more...]