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Saturday 22 November 2008

Style and Travel

Green is the new black

Working at Vogue magazine in the middle Nineties was a glorious exercise in indulgence. I well remember the first pot of Crème de la Mer to arrive in the beauty department, hot from New York. It cost £115. For a face cream! At that price, it simply had to work — but, more importantly, we abso-bloody-lutely had to have it, even if it meant flying to Manhattan to get hold of the stuff.

The decade was dedicated, as you’ll recall, to highly honed, wildly competitive conspicuous consumption. In the fashion world, the Nineties and early Noughties were stamped with status. It was a time of lavish logos and ridiculous waiting lists for that little Chanel jacket with the fringing at the hem; it saw the birth of Bling and the rebirth of Gucci and Burberry. But it was the It Bag that said it all: clanking with costly trinkets, given a girl’s name and a five-figure price tag, these bags were self-satisfaction with handles. One might reasonably have expected them to purr. And why did women want them so very much? Because we were worth it, stupid.

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