AIRLINE: British Airways. I’ve always been an ambassador for everything British.
AIRPORT: A private one.
ALIBI: I’m of the credo that one should “never explain and never complain.”
APP: Instagram.
BAG: A tiny clutch.
BEDTIME: Whenever I’m tired.
BIKE: Bike? No way!
BIRTHDAY: My last one.
BOYFRIEND: My husband.
BREAKFAST, WEEKDAY: Coffee.
BREAKFAST, WEEKEND: Coffee.
CHILDREN: All of them.
COCKTAIL: A very cold, very dry vodka martini with no “groceries.”
COCKTAIL APPETIZER: Pigs in blankets.
DINNER, WEEKDAY: Any kind of salmon.
DISGUISE: I tried a burka once. I kept tripping over it, almost got run over several times, and no taxis would stop for me.
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| Clockwise from left: Claridge’s afternoon tea set for four, $2,200; I Fear for This Boy, by Theo Fennell; Collins’s drink of choice; Palomino Blackwing pencils; Roe caviar. |
ESCAPE: My beautiful villa in the South of France in the summer.
FLAW: Impatience, but it’s also my biggest asset!
FRIENDS: Many, many good ones whom I cherish, right after family.
GOOD-BYE: The “French exit” at parties.
HOTEL: Claridge’s, in London.
LAST MEAL: See “Dinner, weekend.”
MOVIE: Gone with the Wind.
NEIGHBORS: David and Gabriela Peacock.
NONFICTION BOOK: I Fear for This Boy, by Theo Fennell.
PET: None. I travel too much.
PIECES OF ADVICE: “Always protect your face from the sun,” and “The best workout is to push yourself away from your plate.”
PODCAST: Never!
PRESIDENT: Ronald Reagan.
RESTAURANT: Craig’s in Los Angeles, La Grenouille in New York, Le Stresa in Paris. Now that Jeremy King has left the Wolseley, I have a void in London.
SINGER: Frank Sinatra.
THEME SONG TO YOUR LIFE: “Witchcraft.”
TIME OF DAY: Every single second.
TOAST: “Live every day as if it were your last.”
WAKE-UP TIME: When I’m rested.
WORK OF ART: My Warhol.
WRITING IMPLEMENT: Blackwing Palomino pencil.
Photos: Brian Aris/Camera Press/Redux (Collins); TCD/Prod.DB/Alamy (Sinatra); U_Photo/Shutterstock (martini)
