I promised that when Grazia came off news stand in the UK I would post the big old interview that they did with me in the London Fashion Week issue. Hattie Brett who had the job of interviewing me did a fantastic job of condensing well over an hour of my blather into a feature that, I hope, doesn’t sound like the ravings of a solipsistic idiot.
Of course, there are a few things that aren’t maybe as I would have stressed them, but there are no inaccuracies or errors, major or minor, over which I could have torn out my hair. Giving oneself up for press purposes is always a gamble, & I would like to thank all the lovely people over at Grazia, including editor Jane Bruton, for not taking the opportunity to make me look or sound like a complete twat. (You may, of course, differ in opinion, but do try not to be too mean in the comments.)
Although Posetta would like a word with whoever ran the image with her bottom to the camera. (And I wish that my lovely Bionda Castana shoes weren’t almost hidden by the flowers!)