After dealing with a bout of depression following his exit from Gucci, Tom Ford went on a mission to find himself. Don't worry though. "Just because I've become spiritual," he says, "doesn't mean I can't love crocodile." (NYP)
For her 60th birthday, Anna Wintour finally got that long-rumored White House position, though to enjoy it she'll have to share time on The President's Committee on the Arts and Humanities with peasants like Yo-Yo Ma and John Kerry. (Fashionologie)
On the subject of Condé Nest bigwigs, former Marie Claire and Cosmo publisher Susan Plagemann has moved on to Vogue , taking over for publishing director Tom Florio who will oversee Plagemann while supervising at four other Condé titles. (Observer)
That Cintra Wilson's excellent Critical Shopper review of the
Tom Binns' store delves into her bar-hopping past, uses Internet speak, and is flush with 'tude reminds us how much we already miss Mike Albo, and then the crying starts all over again. (NYT)
Liz Hurley, used to hawking clothes, perfumes, and makeup, now uses her considerable beauty and èlan to marketing organic beef jerky. (Style File)
The only thing worth aiming for is love. As you long as you have that, it's okay, and then you have some issues you just need to work out during this lifetime, not that I'm religious in any shape or form. But I don't fear death. Love is the only thing that matters. Everything else is smoke and mirrors."—An unexpectedly philosophical Daphne Guinness (The Cut).