Everybody wants their life to be like Diana Vreeland’s. Heck, even Diana Vreeland wanted her life to be like Diana Vreeland’s. Before fashion editors became personalities/street-style stars/fodder for major motion pictures, there was the imminently quotable, largely self-invented and always fascinating Mrs. Vreeland, whose life took her from Belle Epoque Paris to Studio 54, whose friendships ranged from Coco Chanel and Wallis Simpson to Andy Warhol and Jack Nicholson, and whose imagination and keen eye propelled the pages of Harper’s Bazaar (1936-1962) and Vogue (1962-1971) into the future and revolutionized the Metropolitan Museum’s Costume Institute (1971-1989).
“When I arrived in America, I had these very dark red nails which some people objected to, but then some people object to absolutely everything.”
“Red is the great clarifier – bright, cleansing, revealing. It makes all colors beautiful. I can’t imagine being bored with it – it would be like becoming tired of the person you love. I wanted this apartment to be a garden – but it had to be a garden in hell.”
– Diana Vreeland
“I’ve known two great decades in my life, the twenties and the sixties, and I’m always comparing them because of the music. Music is everything, and in those two decades you got something so sharp, so new…”
— Excerpt, DV by Diana Vreeland
”Whatever the fashion, the important thing is time for upkeep. We take it for granted that a girl gets the best she can for herself. But, if she doesn’t keep it up, if it isn’t in beautiful condition, if the shoes aren’t cleaned before she wears them every day and her bag isn’t cleaned and everything in it cleaned, she’ll never look like anything.”
— Diana Vreeland, The New York Times, 1977