I don't have an off-duty wardrobe.

Six feet three in her stocking feet, LWren Scott was every inch a great lady.

I literally in the New York flea market - just when I was despairing of ever having a great serendipitous find - found a 1926 Chanel.

I don't have an off-duty wardrobe.

My childhood memories seem to be wreathed in the twin and far from harmonious olfactory sensations of patchouli oil and caustic soda.

The whole scale and scope of the decorating and fashion business in this country are incomparably grander than in London. Whats thrilling about America in general, and the New York fashion scene in particular, is its optimism. It makes the whole experience energizing and uplifting.

Marrakech in May is unseasonably tagine-hot.