December issues hold a special place in my heart…
I began my editorship of British Vogue with one, way back in the mists of time in 2017, nine transformational fashion seasons ago – before a pandemic, before the global rise of the Black Lives Matter movement, just as the Me Too moment was crystallising in fashion, Hollywood and beyond, when the world looked so fundamentally different. The magazine has evolved a great deal in the few, if epic-seeming, years since, just as it should. But as British Vogue has raised its consciousness, to meet the moment and to become an active participant in the important conversations of our time, I also find comfort and power in the fact we will always be devoted to the fundamental wonder of fashion, in all its joy-giving, imagination-sparking, personality-shaping glory. To that end, whatever the…
