Though I ended up with an English gentleman, my first love was a woman. Two women actually. I was young and impressionable, they were beautiful and worldly and the vestiges of our love triangle color my closet to this day.
Jackie or Grace. I don’t remember who captured my attention first. Jackie, whose Camelot days embodied All-American exuberance before life wore it away, revealing something much more magnetic—the enigmatic aura only dark-haired beauties can pull off. Or, Grace, literally a fairy-tale princess, whose blonde, icy beauty oozed a glamour and euro-chic that was out of reach for my auburn-haired self.
Falling in love with them, I fell in love with fashion. Studying their lives, I studied history, art and culture. Chasing their ghosts around the world, I chased style. And, along the way I developed my own. This blog is my spin on style, shared with you all. I hope you enjoy.