The Lesson Isn’t Her Style. It’s Her Selfhood.

How in the 90's, Carolyn Bessette shaped my teenage sense of self.

I first learned of Carolyn Bessette’s death while sitting at my summer internship in the original Miramax offices. Someone passed around a CNN link, opened in a browser that felt barely capable of holding the news. The room didn’t stop, exactly, but something inside me did. It was the first time I understood that a person could belong to a city’s atmosp…