I’ve been drawn to preppy style since before I even knew there was a name for it. Growing up in Houston, I went to a high school that was all about big hair and conspicuous consumption. But at my brother Mike’s private school across town, the girls dressed differently, more subtly, in a way that I couldn’t put my finger on but definitely appreciated. At…
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