In How To Slay, I tell a story about how my mother went with me to the Paris shows one year when I was covering fashion for The New York Times. Getty Images My mother was a major inspiration for me. We shared several likes, dislikes and habits. But we would never skin a cat the same way. She was garrulous, I’d rather listen than talk. She loved to wear colour, I lean toward black. She never met a fabulous hat she had a problem with, I favour a self-tied turban.