Why Vogue will never be the same again, writes ALEXANDRA SHULMAN 

Flashback to February 2017 and I was at lunch in The Colony Grill Room of Mayfair's The Beaumont hotel with my boss Jonathan Newhouse, scion of the family who own Conde Nast, the publishing giant behind Vogue.

Two months previously, I had resigned from my role as editor-in-chief of British Vogue. It had been a big decision, but after 25 years, including masterminding the centenary celebrations of the magazine, it seemed the right time to try a different life.

Jonathan, the billionaire chairman of the Conde Nast board, said some kind words about my Vogue and claimed, in choosing a successor, he wanted 'evolution not revolution'. We mulled over a list of contenders — some Vogue insiders, other outsiders — as we tucked into mineral water and chicken salad, and then suddenly he stopped and looked at me like a child seeing their tower of shiny, wrapped presents. 'Edward,' he said excitedly, 'Everybody loves Edward.'

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