Photography by DR Pictures For at least a solid half-decade, I became fashion possessed. I would’ve said obsessed, but possessed feels more honest. And it cost me dearly. In a tale as old as Cinderella, I found myself, in my personal Venn diagram, at the precise intersection of self-confidence and disposable income. A long-awaited spot. A slimmer figure and coins in the bank meant that I was finally—finally!—able to experience my best sartorial life. And that journey began, as so many cautionary tales do, in Los Angeles, where dreams are supposed to come true. More specifically, I honed in on…
