I think a lot (probably too much) about why I love clothes so much. In the best moments, they make us feel so close to other people. This nightgown belonged to someone very important to me, and I love wearing her clothes, walking her around the city with me. She wore pearls every day, so I do too. The jacket was a lucky RealReal find, returned by someone who got it just before me—why didn’t they want it? Why do I? The tote bag I stole from my mom; we both love polka dots. The shoes are soft, supple, gentle enough to let me feel the pavement warming in the spring sun beneath my feet, trodding the same ground as all those around me. All this to say: it’s never just an outfit...