Kate Schelter

When I was little, I slept in my dad's tattered (retired) Brooks Brothers shirts... He said they were The Best... I could not see the fashion relevance. I didn't get it.

Upon booking my first trip to New Orleans, Vogue promptly landed on my doorstep. There, before my very eyes, was a whole page dedicated to the style of New Orleans, or in my case: What To Pack.

At last: fall is arriving. In fashion terms, autumn means tall, gorgeous boots; it means delicious layers of cashmere. Ta ta, ugly gladiator sandals...