"Countess Jacqueline de Ribes says she’ll never write a memoir—no one would believe it. After a cruel W.W. II—era childhood, the swan-necked beauty was taught to lie by Charles de Beistegui, learned to be herself from Diana Vreeland, and has reigned at the nexus of French fashion, finance, culture, and society ever since. Chronicling de Ribes’s six decades of haut monde iconoclasm, the author learns why no label could ever fit such a dazzlingly inventive talent."
Here's a woman who deserves a profile. This is a long, long article, but worth every sentence--recollections, quotes from the designer herself, and replete with incident and intrigue, a wealth of material sufficient to fill ten lifetimes. Did I mention there are some fantastic pictures, both in the article and in a separate slideshow? This woman, still kicking, is a wonder. If I can capture even a fifth of her power in a poem, it will be a miracle...
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