I just re-read DV and I give it ☺☺☺☺.
Vreeland wrote this memoir several decades ago, and it is a mishmash of autobiography and recanting of stories of her encounters with fashion and famous people and royalty. I liked it so much when I was younger, I liked it less at the age I am now because I felt she only wrote about her surface life--who was she really? But I like it.
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