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I feel like I’ve crossed paths with her before. Maybe she was on a moodboard I made while I was in college. Maybe she was at that strange fashion week party I attended in 2010, back when going into the city was an all-day event, and I had to carry around the addresses of the places I wanted to visit on a post-it note along with the subway directions to get there.

I distinctly remember walking past — but not going inside — BookMarc, Marc Jacobs’s bookstore (which is, to my great shock, still in business). I also arrived WAY too early to a party held at a Juicy Couture. The shopgirls took pity on me and let me in early. I think… (I THINK?) either Alix Brown or Chelsea Leyland or someone else who I’d read about in Nylon Magazine was DJing this party, because I recall feeling starstruck and flustered by some beautiful person in my peripherals.

This party was also the first time I’d ever eaten a macaron, after only seeing pictures of them on my Bloglovin feed. It was tiny and pink and tasted like bubblegum.