Diana Vreeland - columnist and magazine editor (amongst many other elite labels). Diana started her career as a fashion editor at Harper's Bazaar. She came with new idees in her colourful column, "Why don't you?" in which she encouraged her readers to add a bit of glamor to their dull lives by suggesting "Why don't you....wash your child's hair in champagne?" , "Why don't you ...wear like the Duchess of Kent, three diamond stars arranged in your hair in front?" and other super stylish ideas. Besides her ground breaking column, she also worked with models, oversaw the clothes to be featured in the magazine and took a keen interest in every photo shoot that was done for the magazine.
In 1963 she started to work for Vogue, where she became editor in chief. Each day she would arrive at her office in a limousine nearing lunch time. She always was dressed in her signature black outfits.At Vogue, she discovered a lot of fresh talent.
Diana was neither beautiful or attractive. But with her marked rouged cheekbones, looong eyelashes and flawlessly manicured red lacquered nails, Diana made heads turn everywhere she went. Her personal style mostly consisted of elegant black dresses teamed up with exotic jewelery, expensive shoes and hats.
Even her Park Avenue apartment was an extension of her unique style. It was decorated entirely with red floral wall paper, red furniture and a red carpet. She was known to instructed her decorator Billy Baldwin to make her apartment
"look like a garden, but a garden in hell."
Diana Vreeland said :
- The only real elegance is in the mind; If you've got that, the rest really comes from it.
- What do I think about the way most people dress? Most people are not something one thinks about.
- Pink is the navy blue of India.
- Poor darling fellow - he died of food. He was killed by the dinner table.
- Blue jeans are the most beautiful things since gondola
- I always wear my sweater back to front. It is much more flattering.
- Too much good taste can be boring.
- (Balenciaga) did the most delicious evening clothes. Clothes aren't delicious anymore.
- People who eat white bread have no dreams.