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“I feel like she knows more people than I do,” says Seattle native Jenni Ravetz of her three-and-a-half-year-old daughter, Babette. In the era of half-pint hipsters and designers doing pre-K collections, the irresistible toddler all but owns the Pike/Pine corridor. She’s somewhere between a mascot and an icon, but her mom’s ’90s nostalgia attracts a fair share of street style snappers too.

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What you’re wearing I found those Esprit boots for her at the thrift store—always such a thrill. She’s definitely already shoe crazy; she’ll tell me, “I want to wear my Docs!” She has pink ones. Her pants are from Stella McCartney’s kids line. Everything I’m wearing is from Indian Summer on Capitol Hill. It’s one of our favorite spots; Babs loves Adria Garcia. Everyone does. 

Your look I’m not even sure I had a look until I became a mother. Having her made me understand who I am, and I want her to see me as confident and daring. But really I just like to play around with the idea of characters; most of the time the one I’m portraying is somewhere between a grandmother and a teenager. In fact, people often think I’m her nanny. Mind you, I’m 35. We don’t dress alike on purpose, but we have a lot of the same things—leopard coats, overalls, houndstooth-check pants. 

Your hair Robin Dupuy at Stylus in Belltown does our color—I told him I wanted mine to be like Vogue creative director Grace Coddington’s and the designer Vivienne Westwood’s. I cut Babs’ hair; she had a really short ’20s bob for a long time, but this is kind of a riot grrrl thing—she loves the band Le Tigre.

Your neighborhood We’re not nightlife types, obviously, but this is our scene. I moved to Brooklyn and came back, and then the Bay Area…and then I came back. This is Sesame Street for us, but lately the new condos and high rents have me really bothered. I want all the freaks and the flavor to stay; I want her to grow up with that.