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Byline: Francine Prose
One woman thought that loving clothes and looking stylish was trivial and vapid, until one dress changed all that.
On the warm spring evening when my husband and I first met, back in the 1970s, we were dressed more or less identically: blue jeans, T-shirts, flip-flops, denim jackets in case the weather turned chilly. Though we saw our personal fashion statements as unique expressions of our fiercely defiant, individual selves, the fact was that we were both in a uniform, of a sort. Like most of our friends, we wore clothes that identified us as proud members of the countercultureyoung, idealistic, rebellious, unlikely (at least at ...