>> What a character Diana Vreeland was. I read her memoir D.V. the other day and it is just phenomenal, even twenty-two years after first being published. She takes you on a whirlwind spree of her life, from Paris to London to New York and back again, dishing out tidbits on Balenciaga -- he used "short-limbed, plump models" because he liked Spanish women -- and imparting gems like this:
A little bad taste is like a nice splash of paprika. We all need a splash of bad taste -- it's hearty, it's healthy, it's physical. I think we could use more of it. No taste is what I'm against.
I spent the entire book wondering if the experiences she details were really her life -- she knew everyone who was anyone, and went everywhere that was anywhere. Or maybe she was exaggerating just a tad to make it all seem more interesting. But when it comes down to it, it doesn't really matter -- a good story is a good story, and D.V. is a good story.