There is a particular kind of big-night-out energy that arrives with three 17-year-old girls standing in your closet, asking, almost in chorus, “What are we wearing tonight?” My niece—here for spring break from her East Coast boarding school—brought two friends to what she calls my lending library before dinner at Elephante on Saturday night, and I very happily dressed all three of them in my clothes. The evening followed several days of see-and-be-seen carb-loading across Los Angeles, which I wrote about in my latest Substack —along with the joy of watching my wardrobe head out the door on the next generation. Which is to say: if part of my closet is now on temporary assignment to the next generation, replenishing supplies begins to feel less indulgent than civic duty. Let’s start a potential re-stock with the asymmetrical , above, the mini, below, this (on-sale) , , and this slip dress.