"Just about every Sunday, I go to Cafe Gratitude with my mother for breakfast. For our usual, I tossed on a simple Bordeaux-colored corduroy shirt dress from Papo d'Anjo, paired with my Rag & Bone booties." - Kiernan Shipka, 12, who plays Sally Draper on AMC's Mad Men. "What I Wore," The New York Times.
WHAT I WORE
Lilly Hilton-VanNordstrom, 3 months, plays the newborn, half-human, half-vampire baby Renesme Cullen in The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn - Part 1.5
A busy day of press interviews at the Beverly Wilshire, so I decide to wear my go-to Stella McCartney onesie over my Cynthia Rowley Pampers in madras. Unfortunately, as I am still unable to dress myself, I am at the mercy of my fashion-impaired mother. She is under the impression that babies are somehow exempt from fashion dictates - including babies whose performance killed in a certain blockbuster vampire franchise you may have heard about. I am probably the only baby in show business still wearing booties. Actual baby booties - not the super cute Chanel, steel-toed, navy suede variety. Speaking of Variety, do you have any idea what the box office was in the first weekend alone? Mom dresses me in an off-the-rack, snap-front sleeper embellished with cartoon zoo animals. Zoo animals! It will be a miracle if I don't end up on the cover of People's Worst-Dressed Babies.
THURSDAY, MARCH 15
Heading out to hang with my playgroup, so I'm thinking Ralph Lauren distressed baby jeans paired with my cranberry silk Armani t-shirt and Karl Lagerfeld bib with the drool catcher, just in case. Silk is a risky choice among the sippy-cup crowd but there's a rumor that one of the toddlers may have some distant Coppola relations and nobody wants to risk looking less than playground fabulous. Once again, however, I am humiliated by my mother, whose Midwestern fashion instincts are on full display in this mass produced dress and bloomer set she puts me in. I am not even wearing shoes! I feel like I will die of humiliation, but all I can do is spit up a little and cry.
SATURDAY, MARCH 17
On my way to the doctor's for a little checkup, and, if there is a god, a little preventative botox. Your age can really sneak up on you fast in this industry, not that my clueless prairie-bred mother seems to care. She dresses me in a green novelty t-shirt and a denim diaper cover that looks like something you'd find abandoned in the ballpit at McDonald's Playland Peoria. Luckily, I have a digestive system that can create stains on demand. I manage to go through three outfits before she finally digs out the little Marc Jacobs jumpsuit and baby Uggs my agent sent over for the Vanity Fair shoot. Finally, I can hold my head up in this town.
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