On the Ninth Day of Christmas . . .
Last year, to mark one hundred years of publication, Vogue organised a series of events which included a festival hosted by London's National Portrait Gallery.
We joined the celebrations late one Saturday afternoon in April and were provided with a dizzying array of opportunities including: access to the headline exhibition, Vogue 100: A Century of Style, fashion tours, and a lecture by Vogue's creative team, as well as make-up sessions with MAC, a fashion illustration workshop and an accessory design class. To be honest, we were like rabbits caught in the headlights, scurrying madly from one place to the next only to find most of the sessions already full to capacity. We were, however, successful in booking our place at Phototheatre by Out of Order, an innovative company which offers immersive photographic experiences. The evidence above speaks for itself; the result being a crazy image of Mr Moore about to take a photo of me surrounded by upturned furniture against the backdrop of a most unlikely perpetrator of the chaos: an elephant. Some readers might question the point of it all and I can understand why that question might arise. The answer is that there was no point at all. We were just messing around and having fun. And there's absolutely nothing wrong with that. Indeed, we'd even suggest that whilst egotistic childish behaviour is to be deplored, a childlike capacity to play and be silly might be just what the doctor ordered. So instead of giving up smoking or joining the gym this January, why not chase away any post-Christmas blues by resolving to grimace and grit your teeth a little less and giggle and grin just a little bit more in the year to come?