It’s slightly discombobulating hearing Stella McCartney talk about the challenges of engaging with young people. Can it really be that much of a stretch? Then I remember she’s 44.
Like her dad, Macca, there’s an eternally youthful Tiggerish-ness to her. Is it the vulnerable cast to those cartoonishly large, occasionally hurt-looking eyes? The quick bounce back? The apple cheeks? The stylishly sporty silk track pants, worn with men’s brogues? ‘Flat-fronted, elasticated waist, ribbed hems,’ she enumerates helpfully. ‘I practically live in them at the moment.’
There’s a bit of shoulder robing going on as well, with a tangerine cashmere coat, a lightly tanned, smooth face (does she, doesn’t she? I don’t know, and it seems rude to ask). Whatever she’s doing, it’s all working. She looks elegantly modern.