In Praise of the Princess
I’ve worn Dior, McQueen and Prada, but no piece of clothing has made me as happy as the princess dress I had when I was five. My dress originated as a Halloween costume, but very quickly metamorphosed into something I wore every single day. I wore it to greet the postman. I wore it wherever we went on the weekends. I did not wear it to school, but I did change into it immediately when I came home, whereupon I attempted to host tea.
Aside from the requisite puffed sleeves and sparkly fabric you might expect, I don’t remember the precise design. But I remember the way it made me feel: I felt important. I felt confident. I felt like I could sing to animals and they would harmonize. If I could find something at Bergdorf’s that made me feel that way I’d spend my whole salary on it. Read More
