Get awful news today. The little sister of one of my closest college friends died suddenly, tragically. She was just 28.
In my mind she will forever be 18. That's how old she was when I first met her. I remember she was tiny and lovely and wearing sneakers.
And though I didn't know-know her, I loved her because I love her brother. When we were first becoming friends, he'd always say I looked like her. Think it was his way of telling me I was like a little sister to him.
Am utterly devastated for him. Mr. Diabolina and my mom too. He is such a sensitive human being, such a talent. He has held my hand through so much over the last decade. And now it's my turn.
Please keep his family in your thoughts. The world's gone mad.
French Connection skirt
Image wrap sweater
Louis Vuitton earrings
Marc by Marc Jacobs clutch and sandals
Built the outfit around the tiered skirt today. Less than $20 resale. Got it a million and one years ago. But every summer it still feels fresh. Adds a bit of bulk to my lower half so keeping the shoes nude helps elongate the gams.
Reminds me a bit of the dress I just saw on that delicious Rory Gilmore recently. Ugh and those shoes (very Carine Roitfeld) haunt me. She is the original GG.
Though Blake Lively was my favorite part of the first Sisterhood movie. And in this orange bang of a dress, she spells perfection.
Added this nude halter today. Very bringing sexy back. Love how it whispers seductively next to the boldness of the fuchsia.
Discovered the combination on vacation with Mr. D in Hawaii four years ago. It was our first fancy adult getaway.
We were so young back then. So much life and fashion and joy and tragedy has washed over us in just four years. I guess all one can do is try to learn from every experience - savor the good and breathe through the pain.