Over a decade ago, I interviewed Molly Ringwald for an article in the Los Angeles Times. We sat down at a bohemian garden café in Venice and crossed our legs in tandem to chat about her prodigal return to acting—and to the city itself. Or so she thought. Me? Sure, I had questions about her long absence from Hollywood and her arc from Brat Pack ingenue to middle-aged TV mom. But secretly and selfishly, I wanted to know one thing: Who made those unbelievably bitchin’ brown equestrian boots she wore in The Breakfast Club?
Film has always been my North Star when it comes to style. Please don’t ask me about the hot pink shoelace I wore as a headband throughout most of 1983, thanks to . Or about how I dressed like Faye Dunaway from , in a camel-hued
