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The fabulous Editor over at The Glossy has spilled the contents of her purse for the world (well, the internet) to see, and she's asked me to do the same! So here we are again with 7 things you may not have known about Em - only these are all things you can discover just by rummaging through my enormous mess of a bag:


1. This is the scarf that I wear almost every day, even though it doesn't really match with anything I own. The story: it was in the gift bag from one of my first ever big-time fashion shows, Nicole Miller, for fall 2007 fashion week. It's actually and unfortunately a poncho, with a big slit in the middle for one's head to go through (a sconcho!), but I will absolutely never wear it like that. Instead, it's a scarf, a purse accessory, or a headscarf. One time I was in Miami, and I thought I lost it at a bar; I was the saddest girl in the world until about 15 minutes later, when I found it.

2. A pen I stole from the Hemingway Bar at the Ritz in Paris. I have to be careful not to use it too often, because I will be devastated when it runs out of ink - I get emotional about these things.

3. Old-school pink mini Ipod. I don't know much about music, generally, but I'm lucky because my friends do. Right now I'm listening to a lot of Morrissey and Camera Obscura, courtesy of several awesome mixtapes (well, CDs) from my awesome pal Pat.

4. I am not a makeup girl. For the most part, I don't have a clue what to do with all those powders and potions, but this Benefit benetint is my favorite thing because it's blush and lip stain, in the most perfect rosy pink.

5. My (mostly empty) wallet. My mom gave it to me when I was maybe 16 years old and just starting to really love fashion. I don't think I will ever replace it, even though it's falling apart and there are still remnants of New Year's Eve silly string on it.

6. Books! I love books! The blue one is Portraits and Observations by Truman Capote, my favorite writer of all time (I love him, and would marry him and have a million writer-prodigy babies with him except that he A. was gay and B. is dead). When I'm done with this and The Muses are Heard, I think I will have read everything he has ever written, and I don't know what I will possibly do with myself. If someday I can write half as well as my darling Capote, I will die a happy girl. I almost always have a Truman Capote book in my bag (it's usually my all-time favorite, Music For Chameleons, but I lent it to a friend - withdrawals!).

The yellow book is The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, by Jean-Dominique Bauby. I've been wanting to see this movie only because I heard it had something to do with French Elle - then I heard more about the story and rushed out to get the book. It's about the editor of French Elle, yes, but it's not quite about fashion; at age 43, he suffered from a stroke and became totally paralyzed -- only able to communicate by blinking his left eye. Somehow, with only this, he managed to communicate every word of The Diving Bell and the Butterfly -- and at the risk of sounding like a cheesy, back-of-the-book blurb, I can honestly say that it's an incredibly inspiring story.

7. My sunglasses. Here, read this.