To be totally honest here, Grace Coddington stole the show in The September Issue. Stole. The. Show. She was such a humble Bert to Anna Wintour's Ernie. The Laverne to her Shirley. The Lucy to her Ethel. So I am jumping up and down as I just heard she is working on her memoir with the help of ex-Men's Vogue editor James Fielden.
Grace - shot by Bourdin
Apparently the book will cover her life starting from her convent-educated beginnings, to her teens as a model (she fell victim to a nasty car accident which ended it all), and then with her climb to the top of both British and American Vogue.
I so totally adore Grace. I met her at the National Magazine Awards at Lincoln Center a few months ago and I was literally nervous to talk to her. And I loved that in all of the Manolos, Loubs, and Brian Atwood's, she was wearing a simple pair of flats. I tried to walk her down the step and repeat and she ran for the hills saying that she "wasn't famous enough for all of that." Oh really, Gracie? You are plenty famous and I am going to read the hell out of your book.