In a sea of the most beautiful women in the world, she stood out. I don't know who she was, but one day during fashion week, I was backstage and found myself in a quiet corner, lulled by the gentle hum of hairdryers and people hard at work, making the beautiful more beautiful.
I was only there a few minutes, but it felt restful somehow. She was talking to the man drying her hair, while one of her hands rested gracefully in the lap of another man, doing her nails. There was an otherworldliness to her, and I didn't understand the language they were speaking, but if someone told me she was from another planet, I'd believe it.
Lately I've been feeling like the events unfolding in Japan - and the horror in Libya - mean that it would be somehow frivolous to post about fashion. But if you've taken the time to come here, I don't need to bang on about what we're all feeling. You're coming here for an escape, perhaps, or to see something.. beautiful.
The day before the tsunami, I was in a cafe and heard a song from my past: I had forgotten what an anthem it had been for me when I was young. I used to sing it out loud, day after day. I know I said yesterday that I don't have to always be happy, but here's a secret: for most of us, being happy or unhappy is a choice. I realise that for many people right now, they don't have that choice, but that cliche about counting our blessings.. well right now I'm feeling pretty blessed.
Which doesn't take away from the sadness I feel for the people in the world who are suffering. Anyway, since most likely you've never heard this beautiful song by Carole King, as corny as it sounds: please play it. And it's done in this season's colour: 'true blue'.