I can't believe it's been twelve years since I screeched the bejeezus out of everyone in the car as I heard the news of Aaliyah's passing on the radio. I was ten, she was as old as I am now. Still not over it, actually. She taught me the meaning of the word 'resolution' and under what circumstances a diamanté choker works with leather pants and a silver bikini top. Her music remains as brilliant as ever, so today I honour her with a special outfit for remembering/mourning/being dramatic for her in. Love you, Baby Girl!