and I am the proud owner of the Halston Heritage Carrie Dress. Yes, yes, the dress. While mine may not be white, but sapphire blue – and on clearance at American Rag, it is the dress, or should I say now, my dress. Too beautiful to wear, it currently serves as artwork in my closet. And let me tell you, when it comes to art, I prefer Versace to Van Gogh any day. With unruly blonde locks and an addiction to shoes no 12-step program could ever control, the Carrie Bradshaw comparisons are numerous. Finally embracing it - I mean, it’s only fitting as her dress is in my closet - I say keep them coming. So here I am, a la Carrie Bradshaw, at my neighborhood Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf, spilling the tales of a poor twenty something living in Los Angeles, over a large Americano with a splash of soy. It’s so lovely to meet you. I think this could be a very wonderful friendship.
photo via Harper's Bazaar UK