Back in 1996 when I was an intern at , I met Trinny Woodhall and Susannah Constantine. They were working on a special project at the mag and filled the office with their infectious energy. Yasmin Le Bon was also in and out guest editing and her husband Simon would pick her up (swoon) on his motorbike.
Meanwhile, designer Helmut Lang called on the daily and Gucci and Prada clothes flew in and out of fashion cupboard (where we would try them on). All very exciting for a girl from Birmingham. Something about my tea-making skills or eagerness to please must have stuck with the duo because a few months later, they called me and asked me to assist them with their new fashion page.
For the daily sum of £50, I called in clothes, walked their rescue dogs and fielded phone calls from PRs whose brands they had been ruthlessly honest about. More from Rosie After that newspaper fashion column, they went on to have major success with stints on and their smash hit TV show, . They were flying high.
And then they weren't. The TV show ran its course and after that, there were some years in the abyss. Even though their lives looked glossy from the outside, they both faced considerable hardship.
Trinny struggled to conceive and then, years later, . Susannah seemingly had it all, but was battling an alcohol addiction. Then, in a truly inspiring midlife comeback, Trinny created her eponymous makeup brand and Susannah is having a career revival as a successful author and podcaster.
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