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In Business of Fashion’s recent profile of Lynn Yaeger, the unorthodox fashion journalist revealed that she and her dear friend, Paper’s Mickey Boardman are often taken aback at how far they’ve come from their humble beginnings. That got us thinking: what other industry figures started in a no-name town before gunning it for the big city.
In her new book, Grace, Vogue creative director Grace Coddington tells her story of coming from the small town of Anglesey, Wales to sitting front row nearly everywhere, modeling in London, and stealing our hearts as her quirky self in The September Issue. She rags on the blogged-up front rows, admits her own technological difficulties (her assistant prints out all of her emails and she hates phones at the dinner table), and we’ve gotten our hands on a copy for you!
We love us a good tongue-in-chic, insider-y fashion slogan — just ask our “Giraunchy” tee. And now we have a whole new set to choose from thanks to Kate Rushing, whose blog Foudre is responsible for a whole lot of the gorgeousness we see on our Tumblr Dashboards every day.
Grace Coddington is hitting the television circuit for the latest leg of the media tour for her memoir, Grace. And while most of us would be grateful for all the help we could get if we were going on camera at 8AM, the Cod isn’t one to compromise her stance on natural beauty, no matter the circumstances.
Please give us a moment while we digest the amazingness that is Grace Coddington on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon. The Cod. On Fallon.
Grace Coddington‘s publicity blitz for her recently-released memoir Grace means we’ve had the chance to hear from Vogue‘s Titian-haired creative director on everything from taking the subway to Anna Wintour‘s powers as both psychic and seductress. Today, in an interview with the Huffington Post, Coddington weighs in on the recent shakeup at Balenciaga and where she expects fashion’s now-unemployed stars to wind up next.
Still don’t think she’s qualified to be ambassador?
Long before he was the toast of the downtown fashion scene (well, ok, not that long before — he is only 28), Alexander Wang was just a lowly intern in the Vogue fashion closet, cutting his teeth hauling garment bags and meticulously noting incoming samples just like the rest of us.
The media frenzy over Grace Coddington‘s new tome Grace: A Memoir has officially reached fever pitch. The Vogue creative director is taking over the mag’s Twitter account today from 12 to 1 pm EST to answer questions sent in from followers. We wonder how many are going to to be about her cat Pumpkin?
Grace Coddington‘s memoir Grace hits shelves tomorrow, and in case you weren’t already convinced that you should be making a mad dash to your nearest bookstore, the Cod has doled out a couple of interviews to hook us all in.
We truly didn’t think it was possible to one-up Dazed and Confused‘s Iris Apfel cover, but by golly i-D might just have done it!
Like anyone who would prefer not to spend four days without heat, power, internet, or cell phone service, many fashionable folk from the blackout zone of sub-39th street Manhattan have fled uptown in the wake of Hurricane Sandy to seek shelter in warmer, brighter pastures. Page Six has the lowdown on which glamorous digs various designers, editors, and stars have chosen to while away the week while the rest of us rely on our generous friends with uptown addresses and a spare couch or two.
Looks like Choupette‘s got competition.
Our enthusiasm for Fashion’s Night Out pretty much went out the window the third time someone nearly knocked us over last year trying to elbow their way to the in-store bar, but we realize there are those of you with higher crowd thresholds and a greater will to meet Kim Kardashian, so for you we’ve got some details for September 6th!
One sure-fire way to get a standing ovation at a runway show? Make sure your guests can’t sit down.
This was the week Justin Bieber wore an offensive t-shirt, Missoni for Target images were released, and Anna Wintour had dinner with Barack Obama. There was also craziness surrounding the Conde Nast elevator Twitter account and the last days of the Alexander McQueen exhibit.