right here, next to me

There are some days, even now nearly four years since my Dad died when I find myself thinking he is still alive. It is a fleeting moment, lasting thirty seconds or less. It lingers in the air like smoke from a snuffed out candle. Sunday morning, not quite 2 AM, an evening in with theContinue reading “right here, next to me”

Anna Wintour

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 andContinue reading “Anna Wintour”