This woman is Aliona Doletskaya. She is ugly. She runs Russian Vogue, which as far as I know, consists of vodka adverts, ratty fur coats and articles about 'how to reinvigorate your Soviet workwear.'
I shall prevail, as usual. Karl has already sent out Chanel operatives to Moscow to... um... 'investigate.' Yes, investigate. (When Karl wants to, he can be quite frightening. It's like a skinny German dictator in Dior Homme, wielding a Shu Uemura eyeshadow pencil - well, maybe not frightening, but you get the idea.)
GET ME A GIN AND TONIC IMMEDIATELY. AND YOU TELL THAT BEAUTY EDITOR THAT IF I DON'T SEE NEW IDEAS BY TOMORROW, SHE'LL BE WORKING AT SALLY BEAUTY SUPPLY IN BROOKLYN BY THE AFTERNOON.
Got to go, adoring public. Much to do as I AM EDITOR-IN-CHIEF of VOGUE. AND WILL BE. FOREVER.