September is born
upon editorial
conception in March.
Anna Wintour: shrew
and mastermind behind Vogue
feared, revered, scorned.
Fashion stops at will
on her command; loved ones will
admit they’re amused
by the high priestess’
choice of profession, and if
RJ Cutler’s show
offers anything, it’s
a glimpse inside the heart,
not all ice and stone.
And Grace Coddington?
who wouldn’t want to be stylized
by her golden eye?
satin, silk, wool crepe
dolman sleeve, tuxedo pants
black is the new black.
genuine divas
revealed by the camera lens:
Mario, Jean Paul
even Yves’ no saint.
funny how men in fashion
are not men at all.
Anna is the color
on the designer palette,
the satin ribbon
a most precious gift.
I cannot quite imagine
Vogue without the Queen.
modern vintage ink 