In this age of chaos and uncertainty, when prime ministers have the shelf lives of salad, let us be thankful for one constant, calming presence. She is the face glaring sphinx-like from every billboard, the body that redefined the term “spray-on dress” and the mind that coined the phrase “homeboys gonna, like, get it” while still maintaining enough cultural capital to sell you mascara. She is Bella Hadid and she is everywhere.
At Paris Fashion Week this month, Hadid dominated, walking 19 shows. Among them, Thom Browne, who said: “She is a once-in-a-generation talent who transcends fashion and creates a world of her own. You look at her and want to inhabit this world.” She has 27 international Vogue covers under her belt, with British Vogue editor-in-chief Edward Enninful telling me: “Her style blends classic elegance with edgy, fresh looks that she lays down with utter individuality.” And earlier this week the British Fashion Council nominated her for Model of the Year at the Fashion Awards.
