I usually care very little about fashion (unless it’s workwear), but this morning I was struck by this beginning:
White walled, silent, with its quiet only broken by the crack of heels on floor, the US Vogue office feels like a building with PMT. A building just about to cry. Through a pair of heavy glass doors, down a narrow corridor, in an office that looks out over the migrainous lights of Times Square sits the world’s second most influential person in fashion, Grace Coddington. She is having a bad day.
Now that’s what I call writing and yes, italian journalists, you can do that on a daily paper as well: this one was in The Guardian.