The Dress Remembers Everything
I was purchased on a Tuesday in September 1953, in a department store on Wilshire Boulevard that no longer exists. The woman who bought me was not the woman who would become famous for wearing me. The woman who bought me was forty-six years old, tired in a way that had nothing to do with sleep, and she was shopping for her daughter's twenty-fourth birthday. She died three weeks later. The dress...
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