EDITOR’S LETTER
Not long before she gave birth last May, I had dinner with Rihanna in Los Angeles. Needless to say she was in the throes of doing pregnancy her way: wearing a hot-pink, body-hugging minidress trimmed with feathers. There was a palpable joy in her eyes as she discussed her plans for the coming weeks while she awaited the birth of her son. The next time we met in person it was seven months later, when I walked into a motorhome on a clifftop overlooking the Pacific Ocean in Malibu, to find the nine-time Grammy Award winner and era-defining fashion icon in the midst of changing a nappy. “Everything changes when you have a baby,” Rihanna tells Vogue this month, speaking in depth for the first time about her early months of…