The quote most often associated with iconic fashion editor and famous exaggerator Diana Vreeland is probably, "Pink is the navy blue of India." If, someday, I am remembered for insisting that good old-fashioned all-cotton waffle knit long johns are the cashmere sweaters of snow days, then so be it. That’s exactly what I’ll be wearing when I get back into bed and finish DV by Thee Ms. V. So far it’s been ridiculously cheeky and patently one-dimensional, and full of luxurious overstatements and chic little lies.

I’m not into making any big plans at the moment, but if I finish DV before day’s end, I might start in on Francine du Plessix Gray’s (you know her as a staff writer at the New Yorker) memoir of growing up with her parents Alexander Liberman and Tatiana du Plessix. He served as Vogue’s art director and editorial director from the 40s through the 60s; she designed hats for Saks, and generally looked marvelous in all the best parlor rooms, restaurants, and art galleries of New York.

I’ve been on a fashion-angled non-fiction tear lately, so I’ll check back with more fashionble book reports—especially if this weather holds…

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