A Few Things I've Been Thinking About 

At the beginning of every year, I choose a word. Not a resolution. Not a goal. A word that quietly becomes my companion for the year ahead.

This year, my word was Becoming. At the time, I thought I knew what it meant.

I imagined it would be about my work. Finishing the second edition of Wear Yo...

It's almost Autumn and, almost on cue, the urge to buy something new arrives with it. Perhaps it’s a flashback to the thrill of choosing a new back-to-school outfit. A new season. New clothes on the racks. A fresh start hanging in the shop window. It’s one of the most natural impulses there is. A...

The other day I found myself standing in front of my jewellery box looking at a strand of pearls I hadn't worn in years. Not because I didn't love them. I did. I just quietly decided somewhere along the way that pearls made me look... well... older.

Isn't it funny how we do that?

We don't even rem...

Today I celebrate my 72nd birthday. I have to admit, I kind of like saying that out loud. Not because I'm particularly excited about the number itself, but because I've stopped measuring my life by numbers. Somewhere along the way, birthdays stopped being about getting older and started being about ...

I invented a woman named Lola.

There. I've said it out loud.

At seventy-one years old, when most sensible women are probably doing sensible things, I created an alter ego. Her full name is Lola. She doesn't have a last name. Lola would probably tell you she's like Cher. One name is enough.

She ar...

When people ask me how I became a stylist, they sometimes imagine my story began in the fashion industry. But the truth is, my first style lessons happened much earlier than that. 

They happened on Saturday mornings with my mother. 

My mother Elise, was a European-trained seamstress who sewed most...