Fashion: Paris and Vassar
I’ve had strong feelings about personal style since age three. Around that time, a relative bought me a small, white t-shirt emblazoned with a bunny. If I remember correctly, there was nothing remarkable about it, but apparently my younger self valued simplicity. I decided I wanted to wear the shirt every single day, and if either of my parents denied me this request (as clothes, especially those worn by toddlers, require frequent washings), I screamed – often to the point…