Reading Vreeland’s autobiography is like chasing a butterfly – enchanting, delightful, and sometimes exasperating. The former fashion editor of Harper’s Bazaar and editor in chief of Vogue dances from tale to tale with little organization, amusing readers with endless celebrity encounters, dramatic adventures (involving murder, zebras, and fistfights), and emphatic opinions on matters of style. In D.V., Vreeland is more interested in entertaining than she is with providing deep thought or even actual facts. Her self-proclaimed penchant for exaggeration makes her at times a difficult narrator to trust. However, the embellishments feel less like deceit than they do a devotion to the extravagance and self-inventon with which she approached not only style, but the vision she had of her own life. Musing, “Fashion must be the most intoxicating release from the banality of the world,” D.V. illustrates that self-image in all forms is open to interpretation and creation.
by Diana Vreeland – Vintage
reviewed by Hailey Siracky (originally published in Worn Fashion Journal Issue 10)
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