i've been thinking about style a lot, especially as i get a bit older and pickier about how i live my life. i read a little essay recently by novelist carol edgarian about personal style and this passage really stood out to me, 'style begins with the people passing through one's life, the harbingers we push against and the stylemakers we want to clone. some are famous, some are not. style grows from admiration, from longing, from discrimination--and yes, from love. it's all the places you've been to and the people and the moments you've known: the parts you've adopted, to keep forever, and transformed. we wear our history in our hearts and on our backs.'
one of my favorite things about cultivating my personal style is thinking about the memories i'm making. the red dress from my honeymoon in rome, the long flowing lace dress i wore to a black tie event when i was 8 months pregnant, the vintage nurse's cape i wore in park city the first time elodie saw snow.
hopefully one day my daughter will want to wear a little piece of my history on her back...more than this, what i want for her is to feel comfortable in her skin. i want this terribly for her.
photo: 'leaving dover' by our talented friend ben ivanek