In the fifties and sixties, VOGUE was the only fashion magazine having editions in different countries (I believe there were four of them: the US, Britain, France and Australia). BRITISH VOGUE was the most open to innovation - or at least the first to show interest in my "more natural" style. At the time, working for this magazine was particularly gratifying, because one of their photographers had just married Margaret, the royal princess, and this seemed to elevate the whole profession to a rank not very distant from royalty. The main drawback was the British wheather, which didn't favour bringing models into the streets. The best I could do was to bring the outside world into the studio. My very first session became memorable to the studio assistants as well as to the accountants, as I insisted on calling for such props as babies, statues, live horses and cigar smoking old colonels, that I placed in front of the grey background paper and to whom the models were supposed to relate.