What a treat: cold/wintry/rainy out (it really is the tail end of Irene! They said so on the BBC, while showing the lovely RSPCA guys in Swansea, saving 400 birds who, exhausted, blew up onto Wales' beaches after surviving crossing the Atlantic in Hurricane Irene).
The treat was, after husband came home from drinks with his friend who's a publisher at Conde Nast: he brought me a copy of October Vogue, and sure enough, on page 204, I read Roz's winning piece, while drinking hot strong PG Tips with milk and honey. Here's the thing: even if she didn't look the way she does, or have the sense of style that she does, she'd still be fabulous because of the way she thinks. Her use of the English language is masterful, confident, unique. I won't say another word: just read it for yourself, you'll see.
Wasn't that how Jackie Bouvier Kennedy got her start? Am I wrong, or didn't she win a writing competition for Vogue?
Photos of Rosalind Jana, shot by me the same day as previous post: London, 5 November, 2010.
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