Daphne Guinness Is Writing a Book, Says She’ll Eat When She’s Dead

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Apparently Daphne Guinness is writing an autobiographical novel. This week's New Yorker offers a brief excerpt about climbing out of the attic in her childhood home to reach neighboring roofs:

"There were spikes to prevent exactly this sort of thing, but I was small and nimble, and not much made me afraid. Not physical things anyway, only other people — and mainly those who drank."


But more interesting is how the New Yorker's Rebecca Mead observes Guinness, who immaculately attires herself at all times without a care for comfort, but with every care for looking like an original. At a David Bowie–inspired editorial for German Vogue:

To incarnate Ziggy Stardust, she let a stylist place an enormous metallic collar around her neck; the stylist apologized for any discomfort. “Are you kidding?” Guinness replied. “Uncomfortable is the name of the game.


PRECARIOUS BEAUTY [NYer]