At this time of year some of us have ginger plum fairies dancing in our heads, the young among us listen for the prancing of each little hoof, and the rest of us are dashing through the snow for last minute shopping, whilst an intimate group of young women are engaged in a time-honored tradition, known as the Debutante Ball. On certain evenings late in December, the city becomes a collage of stills from a Whit Stillman film, as diaphanous Debs frothed in white satins and silk gather together for this celebratory right of passage. To read the entire article, please go to New York Social Diary.
KK was ruffles and jewel tones . . .
Hilary emphasized the gorgeous decolletage