Love, Loss, and What I Wore

The central point of the sweetly enjoyable Love, Loss and What I Wore—a well-judged and affecting monologue-athon inspired by Ilene Beckerman's illustrated memoir—is not that clothes make the woman. It's that clothes make the woman talk. Working in an interview-sifting, Eve Ensler vein, Nora and Delia Ephron have noted that if you ask a woman about her outfit, her explanation soon slices past the sweater to the bone. But if wardrobe reveals our existential confusion, the Ephron sisters know exactly who we are. As skillfully as sheepdogs cutting a flock, they select their audience (Manhattanite, female, celebrity-loving) and then offer them just what they'll like best. For more NYC theater coverage, visit