But because of the relentlessly cheerful, it’s-all-going-to-hell-but-i’m-stll-smiling shade, just a hair past “house fire” on the orange-to-red spectrum, I’ll never forget the dress either. For reasons I’ll leave politely to your imagination, the dress is no longer fit to be worn, but it stays tucked deeply in the back of my closet. Even wrapped in that dry-cleaning packaging and buried under countless layers of dresses still in glorious, unsullied rotation, it calls my eye whenever I peek in to survey the days options. I love that dress for a lot of reasons, not least because, like so many of my favorite New Yorkers, it understands that sometimes more is more, and sometimes bold choices and grand entrances are in order. It knows life is an event rather than something to simply survive. RSVP yes with your outfit.