Electric Edie

In high school, I dressed up as Edie Sedgwick every Halloween. I wore a mini dress and false eyelashes to prom. I read all the books about Warhol's factory scene and Edie's riches-to-rags life of booze, pills, and fashion obsession.

To do this day, I covet pretty much every outfit she ever wore in public.  I even named one of my designs after her. Tortured soul or not, Edie had style.

This photograph in particular is one of my all-time favorites.  It makes me want to make a mad dash to the sewing machine, insert striped panels into the seams of my favorite tank, throw on the nearest pair of black tights, and walk the streets in search some sort of impractical and eccentric adventure.