And since we are on the subject of female bad-assery (refer to my previous post), let me feature another double-x chromosomed renegade. Also, a personal hero.
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This is Mme. Carine Roitfeld, who today, as you can see from the vogue.fr site, just became ex-Editor-in-Chief of Vogue Paris.
I read that tweet by The Telegraph’s Hilary Alexander with sheer dread. For most of the younger non-French fashion followers (a.k.a. mag hags) Carine is Vogue Paris. It broke my heart to see her leave the hallowed post, that for most of us, is the beacon of contemporary French style.
It was sort of a coup when Conde Nast appointed her to the post in 2001. A former model whose career in fashion styling has just grown wings, she embodied the spirit of a revitalised Vogue. Armed with the je ne sais quoi-chic indelible of a parisienne albeit with a sense of what’s current and what’s in the now. She had her fingers planted firmly on the pulse of what will define fashion in the 2000’s — street style.
I could ramble on and on but I cannot overstate how inspirational this woman is to me and other young people wanting to take a chance in the cut-throat fashion business. Writing on twitter, we take her advice: “There is no telling how many miles you will have to run while chasing a dream.”
This is the end of an era.
Bon voyage et au revoir, Mme. Carine.
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To make sense of what she does at Vogue, here’s are links (1 2 3) to the fantastic CNN Revealed episode that featured a day in her life.
