Dress, J.Crew. Necklace, New York & Co. Pumps, Nine West.
I have a hard time reading newly published works because I'm constantly worried that there are so many classics I haven't pored over and old favorites that are begging to be reread. Yes, I eagerly await every new Joan Didion treasure (Blue Nights has been testing my patience like no other), but nothing beats the rediscovery of old comforts. I've never really understood those who seek newness because I find myself obsessed not with firsts, but with recreating firsts. This is why I have been going through old books at my mother's, falling in love again with E. B. White's Once More To The Lake eight years after our first encounter.