In early July at Rome's Fiumicino airport, I'm waiting for my suitcase to materialize when I see a blonde who reminds me of Sienna Miller. Her hair is pulled into a scruffy ponytail, and she wears a long gray tank top over a magenta bra; skinny jeans; collapsed Westwood pirate boots. The only thing that makes me think she's not Sienna Miller is that she's wandering around alone in search of her luggage carousel, and no one is paying her any heed. She's just a little blonde girl with a Sienna Miller look.


"Hi, Sally," I hear. I turn to find Sienna Miller next to me.

"8½" has been edited for Style.com; the complete story appears in the September 2007 issue of Vogue.

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