![]() In my teens, I went to school in Paris, and she would visit me whenever she came for work. She certainly wasn't the kind of grandmama who would cook a big pot of pasta on the stove. I knew from the beginning that my grandmother was different. If you have to count the bags, you know it's too many! There was always a major procession of Louis Vuitton trunks, and after every trip she took they had to go back to Louis Vuitton to be refitted. We visited German castles, and I remember having a wonderful picnic lunch in Remagen, where the Allies crossed the Rhine during World War II. She and my grandfather came to Bonn and spent a week with us. She was working at Harper's Bazaar at the time, and I was living in Germany with my family. My first memory of my grandmother is from when I was about five years old. But her imagination gave her images that sense of dreaminess. Of course, if she had been a bookkeeper or a newscaster and was romanticizing facts and figures, then that would be worrisome. It's how she inspired people like Richard Avedon to create these amazing, fantastic pictures. I didn't want to say, "No, I go to school on a bus." Her romantic visions were part of why she was so successful. And it didn't seem necessary to tamper with it. ![]() To this day she would still believe that. My family and I lived in Morocco for a while when I was a child, and she was convinced that I went to school on a horse and had a camel in the backyard. ![]() My grandmother had a tendency to romanticize. ![]()
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