It's Donatella's World, We Just Live In It

Probably my favorite moment in the New Yorker's Style Issue profile of Donatella Versace:

Manolo Blahnik, the shoe designer, was in town and had decided to drop by the party. "Sorry, I been crazy," he said. "I been working all day, and I have twenty minutes to put on my little tie, wash my hair, and come down. I don't do that very often. For Donatella, I would." He went on, "I adore her. She is one of the few women I respect in fashion. I love the Versaces a million years ago. This is, by God, a proper Italian warm people. Donatella, with time, is going to be one of the few -- few! -- talents in fashion, I promise you. She has something that nobody has: talent." He began to yell. "Talent! Talento. Waa! Waa! Waa!

Donatella approached, greeting him with a kiss on each cheek.

"Lady, lady, you see: this is Donatella," he said. "No time, always the future!"

"Don't believe Manolo. He knows me too much," Donatella demurred.

"Is the truth! Is the truth, you bitch!"

Man, I'm a screenwriter, but such brilliant dialogue can only really come from real life. No time, always the future!

Posted by Kat in Fashion
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