Diana Vreeland’s Vogue was one of unabashed opulence: a printed exaltation of body, mind, and individual, but unmistakable (and often intoxicating) beauty.  One need only to look to the many published collaborations between Veruschka von Lehndorff and Franco Rubartelli, for example, to see this philosophy at perhaps its most sumptuous.  With a look both feminine and subtly masculine, Lehndorff sits, limbs bronzed in the desert sun, at […]