The Gentlewoman is, in my humble opinion, pretty much a perfect magazine. Quiet, refined, understated, strong, intelligent, both visually and in subject matter. Immensely readable, covetable and collectable. Subtly humorous, carefully considered, always surprising, never boring.
I once met editor in chief Penny Martin at a fashion film event in London, and she is quite literally the human incarnation of her publication in the most wonderful, reassuring way. It was a slightly intimidating experience, but one I hold close.
Issue No.9 turns pockets into works of art, suggests ways to wear a three-quarter-length black sock with panache, goes to the park and the beauty counter, and celebrates Vivienne Westwood, Verde Visconti, Camilla Nickerson and Simone Rocha, four quite different fashion heroes of mine.
For this ninth edition of The Gentlewoman the extraordinary designer Vivienne Westwood leads a cavalcade of audacious and daring women. As one of the pioneering intellectuals of our times, Vivienne has been at the forefront of revolution on more than one occasion. Her visionary ideas for 21st century living are compelling and urgent. Joining Vivienne are 28 exceptional international women of wit, brilliance and beauty: the German architect Annabelle Selldorf; British stylist Camilla Nickerson; the maestra tequilera from Mexico, Bertha González Nieves; Scottish tennis powerhouse Judy Murray; the intriguing Welsh folk singer Cate Le Bon and Italian fashion dynamo Verde Visconti are just some. Rules are dispensed with in our presentation of freewheeling summer fashions, while we also indulge in the pleasures of a solitary drink.