There are people who dress up and there are people who dress down. There are people who dress badly and people who dress inappropriately. Some dress blindly or cheaply, and there are those who barely dress at all. There are people who wear costumes, and people who wear uniforms. There’s fancy dress and armor, clothes that say, “Come here” or “Stand back,” that whisper, “Trust me” or “Respect me,” that shout, “Fear me.” But there are very few people, just a handful, who have a relationship with their clothes like Daphne Guinness. The Guinness heir and fashion muse doesn’t dress up or down. She dresses out. Her clothes don’t say anything at all, because they’re not talking to you. They’re too entranced by Daphne Guinness. But she has never had a look, never once, never remotely, that was anyone’s but her very own. And now she’s making things (a shirt collection and a fragrance for Comme des Garçons) and selling things (a recent auction of her couture pieces raised more than a quarter of a million dollars for a women’s charity). But if you ever find yourself sitting next to Daphne on a late-night bus, in a soup kitchen, or in the waiting room at a tattoo parlor, for God’s sake, don’t talk about fashion. She can’t bear it. She doesn’t understand what all the fuss is about.
i'm surprised so many of you guys haven't heard of these people. 
