he had been picked by dear Bill Cunningham that I failed to recognise myself next to him in the shot. “Who the hell is that blonde with you?” I demanded of my nonchalant hubby, still half-snoozing over his coffee.
Patiently lifting the paper from my hands he glanced down at the page then said “That’s you in your sunglasses, you idiot.” Singing and dancing commenced and harmony was restored.Looking back at the picture now my heart bursts with a mix of nostalgia for us when our kids were still in school and New York how it was back then.
The fashion and media businesses we worked in boomed uptown. Art, tech and finance ruled downtown. Everyone dashed around dressed to the nines.“There is no better time for a reminder of the spirit and style.
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