|In 1997 at the ballet
|Couldn't resist this one of her: she made getting out of the car an art form
She also had this suit in lime green. I had the same one in purple, bought it before her (I think).
|She also had this suit in lime green.
|Me (centre) in same suit. At Kevin's 30th, 18 years ago. (Kevin owned 1% of this Chelsea club which went under soon after this photo was taken. Turned out the bartender was an alky and the manager was a gambler)
She was utterly stunning and like all of us, flawed. Living in London at the time (with 12 national newspapers) you were better acquainted with the ins and outs; in the US people only remember her as the perfect Lady Di. Charisma by the bucketloads she looked equally comfortable in frills or sleek satin gowns, huge hair or wet hair, suits or shorts. I lived and worked across from Kensington Palace and we would see her walk past in that Ralph Lauren cap.
As I've already bored you with in this blog, I only once saw her close up - at a restaurant where she was having lunch with Clive James. When she left to go, she stood for quite some time and looked around at us all: she was in a lemon-yellow knit twinset and matching skirt which would have looked hideous on anyone else. She seemed incredibly tall and slim, with a very long face and enormous blue eyes. She was taller, thinner, bluer, bonder, shinier than any photo taken of her - her hair and skin just gleamed. She lit up the room and paled any model I'd met up until then or since.
She was full of contradictions - and so was what we felt about her. Much was made of her title of People's Princess and that she was just like us, when in fact it was said that she had stronger lineage than Charles.
I remember my editor once returning from lunch with Princess Diana. My editor was initially incredibly excited that she had snippets and gossip which she could turn into stories, but in fact when she sat down at her computer she had nothing. It was all just funny asides that had felt like confidences.
Diana had a push and pull relationship with the press. Photographer friends said she'd call them about where she was, or pause for that moment outside restaurants so they could get a good shot of her. But some photographers would call out: "Look over here Diana! I need to pay my son's school tuition" and spoil it for the rest of them. None of us can imagine the isolation and the exhileration she must have gone through in a day.
Speaking of royalty and icons, just saw this picture. A meeting of the Queen and Marilyn, they were both the same age, so Marilyn would have been 88 if she'd lived.
|The Queen and Marilyn Monroe
Strange post today from me, feeling in a weird mood. People said they felt totally discombobulated after Diana died and maybe mention of her does the same. Or maybe it's this odd 110 to 50 degrees weather shift. Promise to be sharper for the 4th July.