It's ironic that Camille, an extraordinarily thoughtful, understated, and very deserving-of-her-success blogger (who is truly in it for the art and not the fame) was on the schedule today for posting. Just last night, I finished Patti Smith's genius book Just Kids, about her and Robert Mapplethrope's larger-than-life story of their early days finding their way in New York as fledgling artists. The book sweeps you off of your feet into a world of two legends who inhaled culture and who will be remembered eternally as true originals in all aspects of their lives, style included. If there were ever a case of "it's the person who wears the clothes," it is Camille, in her very acute sense of ultra-clean and highly minimal sophistication. For her age, Camille has the nature of one who is unusually unaffected by the usual craving for today's fifteen minutes of fame, and doesn't stray far from herself in order to receive validation (she has gone so far as to stop photographing herself in her outfits for her blog until she felt ready to return to it in a way that was true to her message). Camille spends a lot of time reading and has a strong affinity for numerous literary icons (and ones who are relatively obscure), but it is not a big surprise for someone who was ready for and got into college at the age of sixteen. On the day of our interview, Fernando Pessoa's The Book of Disquiet was on her mind ("A terrible weariness fills the soul of my heart. I feel sad because of whom I never was, and I don't know with what kind of nostalgia I miss him."). Not the standard conversation during fashion week. Patti Smith made a white button-down shirt look so good that you might not ever care to look at another trend or season of clothes again in your life. Camille has that same kind of effect. Take off your makeup, your jewelry, read books, and believe in yourself, and a t-shirt dress might never look as good.