Happy birthday Anna Wintour! Your royal highness turned sixty-two today and I hope you're living it up.
How does fashion's iron fist celebrate a new year of her life?
Probably by playing a game of darts with Azzedine Alaia's face, eating raw steak, and prank-calling Frida Giannini to tell her that Vogue editors will skip out on any NYFW shows that conflict with Milan runways.
Dear Anna: may your bob only get bobbier; may your magazine start hiring new photographers; and may the fashion world keep soaring to ever greater heights of prosperity under your leadership. And may you be happy and healthy for years to come.