Beach Read Of The Day

I don't care how cliched it is to adore Diana Vreeland; she has my eternal seal of approval. Not just for her transformation of Harpers Bazaar and Vogue, or for her eccentric and avant-guard style, but because she knew how to write. Her voice, which is engagingly flighty and always cheery, is what makes her memoir, DV, so enjoyable; the whole thing reads like one aside after another. Pink plastic poodles, Josephine Baker, the perfect red, Halston... I couldn't get enough of this book, or its author. If you haven't read it, buy it. You'll see what I mean.