In Memory of Vivienne Westwood

She appeared at orientation disaffected, more interested in the vibe than the information. She'd written (potentially) scandalous passages from "Paradise Lost" all over her celestial robe and used Birds of Paradise flowers in her hair (tucked right down the middle, like an orange and yellow fauxhawk). "Are you, in fact, nice ... or are you trying to be nice - playing at it, like a party game?" she asked very bluntly in the Q&A session, and Peter came down from the podium to meet her face-to-face. "Whatever," he eventually replied, pulling out one of his wing feathers and handing it over to her (broken and irregular). She liked him instantly, of course; she suspected that heaven could hold a fair number of secrets. "Old guard rebels hide in plain sight," she thought to herself. It was a thing with them.