I remember the first issue of American Vogue under Anna Wintour's stewardship.
A beautiful full lipped Israeli model, Michaela, wore a bejeweled Christian Lacroix couture T-shirt with acid washed Guess jeans, wind blowing through her curls, laughing at a joke told by someone off camera. I had never seen a Vogue cover that looked so free.
It was a time of change and promise, I was soon to finish up college in Indiana and depart for FIT in New York. Michaela's fresh look and Anna Wintour's new take on fashion took a knife to the expectations I had. Change was good.
Anna always seemed a mysterious creature, demure but steely. It wasn't until The Devil Wears Prada and The September Issue that I really got a peek into this enigma.
Here is a fabulous ode to Anna, shot by Mario Testino for French Vogue.
The iconic Anna Wintour in her signature Chanel couture, Prada prints, full skirts, cashmere twin sets, furs and tweed jackets.