November 12, 2011 |
The eye of Diana Vreeland did not wander. Hers travelled. Mainly to faraway lands, such us Saharan deserts crossed on a white pony. Not really something you’d see unless a) you were possessed of her imagination, or b) you happened across the image in an issue of Vogue. Travel is best done from the comfort of your sofa, with, say, The Eye Has to Travel (a new book containing Dee-ann’s most vivid thoughts) across our laps. No screaming children and no jet lag. Out Oct.
by Natalie Dembinska
