I’m probably not among Campana’s biggest followers, and while the idea of turning Chaos into Beauty is appealing - there is something a bit junky about junk - no matter how cleverly it is transformed.

I’m also not a big fan of Camper shoes - which are a bit clunky for my taste.

Put the two together however, and I think they have created something entirely brilliant in their Manhattan shop near Bloomingdales. Dripping wicker?!!!! Divine!!!!!

On my recent return from staying in Italy, I got an email from my beautiful friend Susie Brooke on Facebook. Susie, asked me if I had any contact with Lee Radziwill, Jackie Kennedy’s exquisite younger sister. Susie had found some photographs taken years ago in Barbados of Lee and her husband Prince Stas Radziwill, their children and John-John and Caroline Kennedy when very young.

This was an amazing coincidence, as Lee was the very person I had been staying with in Italy.

I cannot spend time in New York without thinking of Marlo Thomas. She is my youngest daughter’s superhero. It changes the way I engage with the city because I always feel ‘That Girl’ is walking beside me with a big optimist’s grin and clean white gloves. Marlo was, however, decidedly absent from the dark, gothic and sublime McQueen exhibition which I just managed to catch at the 11th hour. There is no point in writing on since it has been only too well covered. If you have not had enough the Met blog is the best.

I had also missed the ‘Daphne Guinness gets dressed for the Met ball in Barney’s Window’ event altogether so here it is…if you, like me, have been otherwise occupied.

Now REALLY what I was up to…was a delicious tete-a-tete lunch with the legendary Jeremiah Goodman. I had a good snoop through his uber chic apartment, yours for the hunting (Architectural Digest October 2003), where every biblot and tchotchke is a story unto itself.

Sporting our ‘gin grins’… and heat weary…we tottered over to Pottertons so he could sign yet some more books.

Then a terrific gossip and giggle over lunch, which resulted in my new favourite possession d’jour.

OK, just back from a quick NY jaunt and, you know that’s going to mean a few shop windows. We’ll start with Barney’s…where I never seem to buy anything.

Clever windows by Sheldon, Mindel & Associates…although we’ve talked about this newsprint thing to death I think so lets not dither too long…

Next was Joe Grillo and his Fluorescent Scented (lumps of stuff really). I wasn’t entirely convinced.

BUT…WAIT…because right next door was a REAL aesthetic gem. A sort of Chris Ofili meets Huxley. I was entirely delighted with this (and yes, its a construction site). Am thinking to brand it as Gen-U-Ine New York Pigeon Poo…(or should I say dung? or guano?) with deep Huxley-esque connotations (the ‘message center‘!) and enter it for the Turner Prize?????

It’s so completely lovely…….and thank you sweet doorman who got in trouble for letting me in to photograph it!

I was recently reminded about my days spent as a catwalk model. Eons ago in the mid 1990’s I was asked to model for Comme Des Garcons. I duly arrived in Paris as instructed, the location escapes me, it was at one of the many Parisian Institut’s, but I do recall the most incredible murals within, the most beautiful ornament as often found in French public buildings. The day was wonderful, fashion and interiors-one could call it heaven.