I felt very strongly about the aftermath and media coverage of L'Wren Scott's tragic death. I even told a few people off for referring to her as "Mick Jagger's girlfriend" and leaving out her actual name. And maybe this is the opportunity to explain why I felt so passionately about it. First of all I am an unashamed feminist. You know, someone who believes that men and women are created equal. Simple basics really. And by referring to a talented and accomplished fashion designer not by her name but by her famous boyfriend's — well that just pissed me off. She was such an amazing designer in her own right and didn't need to be downgraded to someone's girlfriend for a headline.

Then there was the fact that her last interview was with the Style section of The Times in the UK. And in that interview she specifically mentioned how much she hated being referred to as Mick Jagger's girlfriend. So, you know. I think it is only respectful to honour that. She deserved at least that.
Then I think it is worth mentioning that I was pretty rocked by her passing. I felt that weird emotional reaction when someone you are completely invested in, but don't know from a bar of soap, dies. You have no right to feel what you feel, but you do anyway. So maybe I overreacted a bit.

But I so loved her work. Especially what she did for people like Nicole Kidman, Sarah Jessica Parker and Christina Hendricks. She made both look even more magical than they are naturally. That was her special talent. She had such a dramatic and specific aesthetic. It wasn't for everyone. But it was getting better and better. Her last collection was magnificent. And there was so much promise of more to come. What an utter tragedy that she didn't see what we did. Didn't have the same excitement and hope that we did. That is one of the hideous aspects of the fashion industry. The continual and unrelenting seasonal demands can destroy incredible talent like John Galliano and L'Wren Scott. And leave us forlorn and exhausted by the absence of them.

But in all that dark, there was a bit of superficial light. L'Wren's collection for one of my favourite brands, Banana Republic, landed in South Africa. If you make your way to Stuttafords now, you can go and see the wonderful, whimsical, cheeky, sexy, sophisticated, elegant and — yes — celebratory collection that she designed for us. I couldn't help but pick up a couple of pieces for myself while I was there. In fact I got the most celebratory — almost Christmassy — pieces. I love this red sequin cardigan more than anything else in my wardrobe right now. Perfection.

So here we are. L'Wren Scott is no more. But we have plenty of magnificent red carpet looks to remember her by. We have the respect we can show her memory. And we have a wonderful collection that we can shop right now that will keep her alive in our minds and in our wardrobes. I can't tell you how this helps me. I hope it means something to one or two of you as well.