Grace has never started to age: with each passing day she allows herself to be an even more fabulous version of herself. She is every woman who exalts glories in her own extravaganceexhuberence, every woman in love with her imagination, aware of her power… especially after her cup of coffee. Grace never feels invisible and dominates any room she sets foot in. Grace is not a lady: she is a person who knows that something fantastic always comes along, no matter what happens today.
“There is a great deal of poetry and fine sentiment in knowing I will always be there for me. The more you praise and celebrate life, the more there is in life to honour.
“Some moments in my life are like little hymns to safety. Just like this morning. My thoughts rise in the morning light and remain suspended, mobile and compact as silk in its pure roughness.”
“What I wanted to do when I grew up?” I always answered: “I want to create the art of me”. How I got it into my head I really don’t know. We all invent ourself everyday. I guess I have a little more more imagination than others.”