Ask Miranda Priestly

1) Do you like to dance?

If you are referring to dance as synchronized movement with one’s chosen partner in a manner that is visually and physically stimulating, then yes; although only with the right person can it be discovered how truly ‘likeable’ the experience is. If by dancing you are referring however, to the popping, locking, spastic gyrations my daughters insist are ‘so hot’ as they flail about, then no I do not.

2) What were you like in high school?

This blog is called ‘Ask Miranda Priestly’, is it not? Miranda Priestly did not exist at the time I attended secondary school; the very fact of her existence should allude to the fact that those years are wished away and as redacted as the personality who lived them.  That being said, I will tell you that I always knew I was going to get out, that I would leave and never look back from my success – and I never did, until Andrea. She was and is the only reason I have ever looked back.

3) Which designer do you prefer to wear?

I assume you aren’t actively trying to be pedantic when you ask this question. As editor in chief of the world’s premier fashion publication I can hardly be seen or heard to be touting one line or designer above all others, especially as style and talent vary so widely in the industry each season. It is already known that I favour Valentino for black tie affairs and have done for the most part of several years. In terms of day wear, or more casual wear as might be seen on a daily basis, there is suitable potential in the most recent efforts of Zac Posen, Dolce & Gabbana and Lanvin for Fall 2013.

4) What is your favorite book?

The Book.

My first response to this question was probably the most concise and most correct. However, seeing as my wife just hit me with the item in question upon reading my response over my shoulder, I shall answer as to my favourite work of fiction. As far as fiction is concerned, the contents of Page Six are often quite amusing, should they not prove to unfairly or untruthfully destroy any careers.

Ouch. Alright, alright, fine. To avoid being beaten with the latest ads for Versace and the Meisel campaign, I shall tell you. I often find it difficult to read works of fiction. Those that are written well enough to warrant my attention or capure my interest undoubtedly seek to prove some unsavoury part of the human condition or flaw in society. I find there to be too much analysis and contemplation of such unpleasant truths in my corporeal life to take any pleasure in seeking them for figurative pleasure. That being said, were I pressed to name a particular title of a tome that has brought me the greatest pleasure, it would be Harry Potter. Three guesses why.

5) Does Andrea annoy you in any way?

See question and response below.

6) How did you and Andrea get together after the events in Paris?

An instant mutual realization of one’s need for the other at the point of separation that was excruciating in its poignancy and immediacy.  Quite simply put, neither of us had realized the symbiotic nature of our relationship.

What my wife means, in her usual romantic way, means to say is that we learnt the hard way that we couldn’t live without each other.

Is that not what I just said? You know I don’t enjoy repeating myself.

And you didn’t, I did. 

*Italics indicate a response from Andrea Sachs-Priestly

..what you don’t know is that that sweater is not just blue.. It’s actually cerulean. And you’re also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar de la Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of eight different designers. And then it, uh, filtered down through the department stores and then trickled on down into some tragic Casual Corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. However, that blue represents millions of dollars and countless jobs and it’s sort of comical how you think that you’ve made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry when, in fact, you’re wearing the sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room from a pile of stuff.
—  Miranda Priestly, The Devil Wears Prada