Keith Richards, obviously for all the reasons mentioned before
Anita Pallenberg, ditto
Schiaparelli…the original creative genius.
All of the women in The Devil Wears Prada. I’ve recorded the opening scene of everyone getting dressed for work and watch it obsessively.
Daryl Dixon. I must have that Indian poncho. I will kill the Terminusians (Termites? Termi? Terminarians? whatever) to get it back.
Free People designers — how do they read my mind and know exactly what I want, if only I could afford it?
All those girls in the Ralph Lauren commercial preceding Downton Abbey
My Grandma — Although I wouldn’t choose to imitate her particular fashion sense (bit too matronly for my taste) my wonderful Grandma had a fabulous style, the epitome of a casual, laid-back, yet always perfectly put-together vibe. She had clip-on earrings to match every outfit, and she always looked ready to enjoy a day at the beach, her favorite place. And she made the most fantastic Barbie doll gowns, all sewn by hand, so the fashion sense was certainly there inside. Sigh…. wish I still had those. It has just occurred to me that my Grandma is obviously the reason for my fashion obsession. I owe her so much and miss her dearly.