The parts in the book about DVF's mother are so interesting. A woman who survived a concentration camp during the Holocaust. The story includes activism, long lost letters that were written in coal and then found, a tattoo that young Diane envied, not understanding what it really was.
DVF WROTE A BOOK // Here are my thoughts on it :
At one point during the book I started to be annoyed by the obsessive name dropping. After a while I came around to the rational that this 'name-dropping' might actually just be tasteful recognition of people's roles in this story, the work they've done or the contribution to the end result. With a life that included being a Princess, frequenting Studio 54 and other NYC hot spots you are going to meet influential people but the names span such a vast spectrum of players, even the celebrity cynic in me was impressed. The book could easily be turned into a drinking game if you take a shot every time the phrase, "who later became a good friend." or a version of that was used after a name was dropped.
Something that disappointed me a bit was that DVF never discusses the allowance that her upbringing had on her successes. The only point during the whole book that I noticed an acknowledgement of privilege ***is in this sentence, "I had the advantage, of course, of having social status, but my youthful confidence is what made me push open that door." She is referring to a meeting she got with the editor of Vogue, the meeting that lead to her suitcase of wrap dresses blossoming into a business. As someone who cherishes the incredible amount of blessings I've been bestowed it really grinds my gears when a person lacks the humility to offer up a paragraph or two about circumstance and how a person's can determine everything. People can overcome and they can fall between the cracks but, nothing is ever won or lost by the isolated actions of one individual.