When I was 8 years old, I discovered a biography of Katharine Hepburn on a bookshelf in our house and fell in love. I brought the book with me wherever I went and looked to it as if it were a religious text, a divine oracle that held the secrets to life, love and all things true. Surely, Kate knew the answers, even if I, a Katy-aspiring-to-be-a-Kate, did not. I became a devout follower, pouring over (and just about pulverizing) three generous sections of photos for the minutest clues of how to be in the world. Still today, when puzzled, perplexed, or just plain lost, I ask myself, What would Kate do?
For a woman who didn't seem to need one, she provides an excellent compass.
