First! That is Yara’s mom Keri posing with her, and it seems that great style is genetic, because her shirt/jean combo is very cool. Speaking of cool:
She looks cool both literally and metaphorically. Yara always reminds me of the sort of girl that Sassy used to profile, back when Sassy existed — and let me tell you, as a hoarder, it is BRUTAL for me to accept that at some point between 1993 and now I threw out all my Sassys. Don’t ever throw anything out! Marie Kondo is an idiot! But this is a digression. For you youngs: When Sassy magazine was at its height, they’d often profile, like, regular teenage girls, except those teenage girls all differed from me in that they were EXTREMELY COOL (one of them was literally a then unknown Chloe Sevigny, for example). These girls were always like, “I designed the liner notes for this solo project Kurt Cobain was gonna do, and then I took a year off between high school and college to help manually repopulate the Great Barrier reef. Let me tell you all about how we can repair our dying ecosystem while I make you tacos! I bought these jeans at a vintage store in a small town that has no name.” So, like, stylish in an unstudied way; smart; accomplished; and generally devoted to making a positive change. They were also all gorgeous, of course, because Sassy was still a fashion magazine, but because it was the early 90s, they were at least gorgeous in a way that felt rational and not in a way that seemed like it might spiral off into becoming a lip-liner empire. What I’m saying, I guess, is that: Yara is great, she looks very cool, she also always seems very authentic, the 90s are back (look at her boots! I want ‘em), and I’m sure her mom would know EXACTLY what I’m talking about.