After the Antonio book party last year Codie and Connie and I were walking towards Fifth and we were feeling pretty fabulous. Somehow I became convinced that nothing was more glamorous than the reflected street lights on a massive pile of garbage near the corner. Instantly Codie became airborne and did a model’s dive onto the heap. “Trashy glamour,” we screamed!

Snap.

We miss Codie terribly. She might have been the nicest person in New York. She had pure intentions and such a unique and brazen type of charm. Peace and endless glamour to Codie Ravioli. ( oh my God, I’m so upset again… )