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Informationen zum Autor Grace Coddington Klappentext Beautiful. Willful. Charming. Blunt. Grace Coddington's extraordinary talent and fierce dedication to her work as creative director of Vogue have made her an international icon. Known through much of her career only to those behind the scenes! she might have remained fashion's best-kept secret were it not for The September Issue! the acclaimed 2009 documentary that turned publicity-averse Grace into a sudden! reluctant celebrity. Grace's palpable engagement with her work brought a rare insight into the passion that produces many of the magazine's most memorable shoots. With the witty! forthright voice that has endeared her to her colleagues and peers for more than forty years! Grace now creatively directs the reader through the storied narrative of her life so far. Evoking the time when models had to tote their own bags and props to shoots! Grace describes her early career as a model! working with such world-class photographers as David Bailey and Norman Parkinson! before she stepped behind the camera to become a fashion editor at British Vogue in the late 1960s. Here she began creating the fantasy "travelogues" that would become her trademark. In 1988 she joined American Vogue! where her breathtakingly romantic and imaginative fashion features! a sampling of which appear in this book! have become instant classics. Delightfully underscored by Grace's pen-and-ink illustrations! Grace will introduce readers to the colorful designers! hairstylists! makeup artists! photographers! models! and celebrities with whom Grace has created her signature images. Grace reveals her private world with equal candor-the car accident that almost derailed her modeling career! her two marriages! the untimely death of her sister! Rosemary! her friendship with Harper's Bazaar editor-in-chief Liz Tilberis! and her thirty-year romance with Didier Malige. Finally! Grace describes her abiding relationship with Anna Wintour! and the evolving mastery by which she has come to define the height of fashion. NAMED ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR BY FINANCIAL TIMES "If Wintour is the Pope . . . Coddington is Michelangelo! trying to paint a fresh version of the Sistine Chapel twelve times a year."-Time i On Growing Up In which the winds howl, the waves crash, the rain pours down, and our lonely heroine dreams of being Audrey Hepburn. There were sand dunes in the distance and rugged monochrome cliffs strung out along the coast. And druid circles. And hardly any trees. And bleakness. Although it was bleak, I saw beauty in its bleakness. There was a nice beach, and I had a little sailboat called Argo that I used to drift about in for hours in grand seclusion when it was not tethered to a small rock in a horseshoe-shaped cove called Trearddur Bay. I was fifteen then, my head filled with romantic fantasies, some fueled by the mystic spirit of Anglesey, the thinly populated island off the fogbound northern coast of Wales where I was born and raised; some by the dilapidated cinema I visited each Saturday afternoon in the underwhelming coastal town of Holyhead, a threepenny bus ride away, where the boats took off across the Irish Sea for Dublin and the Irish passengers seemed never short of a drink. Or two. Or three or four. For my first eighteen years, the Trearddur Bay Hotel, run by my family, was my only home, a plain building with whitewashed walls and a sturdy gray slate roof, long and low, with the unassuming air of an elongated bungalow. This thirty-two-room getaway spot of quiet charm was appreciated mostly by holidaymakers who liked to sail, go fishing, or take long, bracing cliff-top walks rather than roast themselves on a sunny beach. It was not overendowed with entertainment facilities, either. No television. No room service. And in most cases, not even the luxury of an en suite bathroom with toilet, althoug...
