MEET HETTY...

If I was a Mitford I would be... Nancy but everyone say’s I look
like Diana.

My eyes are cornflower blue, my hair is just sort of pale like custard and canary feathers. I hate the word blonde! I was gluten free before Gwyneth, in fact I was gluten intolerant in utero. I design hand made shoes which is almost as financially catastrophic as owning an art gallery but without the surplus of rampantly free artists. I live (mainly) in London... on a series of very beautiful couches
and Murphy beds.

I seem to be able to wear exactly the wrong sort of thing in Paris, Milan, and Florence but London always works. I carry my grandmother’s emeralds in a crocodile clutch. I was raised with life skills that don’t seem terribly necessary to live. I can ride a horse, fence, play canasta and curtsey. I swear in French. I can run in high heels but only if I design them myself. I like irony, soap and water and good manners.
I hate denim unless it’s white. I seem to spend my life... at large weddings in Tuscany looking at other people’s shoes.

I love Loella because she uses the word fuck as a conjugating verb.
It’s so very 90s to swear like that.

My favourite dead person is... Marilyn Monroe

HETTY HATES...

• Monograms (unless on pajamas)
• White shoes
• Perfume advertised in magazines
• Denim (mostly)
• Tan lines
• Gluten
• Wooded chardonnay
• Most scented candles
• Airport novels
• Ski resorts

SO UPTOWN

• Small dog, huge bag, no makeup, huge rock.
• Conversely: Massive dog, tiny bag, single gold Indian bracelet.
• Bare tan legs in autumn and one deliberately foreign
  and exotic accessory.
• Shiny hair. Matte face.
• When all else fails: gloves.
• A strange expensive coat.
• A perfectly seasoned 60's actor/poet/architect/yoga guru
  to attend to Opera season confuse the paps.
• Matching lingerie in mocha or pale mint.