Just last night, and arguably a year late, I finished my first reading of Grace Coddington’s memoirs, GRACE. I say first, because I’ll not be giving this one back to St Vincent de Paul, where I found in perfect condition, in a box of newly donated arrivals – there is far too much motivation, inspiration, and visual and wanderlusting feasting to be had in this electric orange volume for as long as I’m still excited about creating things. To this date, I have yet to hear a bad word about Grace Coddington that wasn’t from Grace herself. Her stories (and cat illustrations) are endearingly self-deprecating, packed with life experiences, wisdom and optimism that one could only hope to recite to ones child with justice in decades to come.
Grace is an open-minded and innovative creative purist.
I love that.
(And highly recommend that you have a read, if you haven’t already)