“I have a question,” announces Trinny Woodall. I’m in her suite at the Crosby Street Hotel in SoHo, where we are lounging on a floral couch, busily sampling cosmetics from her namesake line. “You write about beauty,” she says, yanking up her cream-colored, silver-sequined ASOS bell-bottoms to expose her knees. “Can anything be done about this?” She playfully squishes the loose flesh around them. “My knees can have a conversation with each other,” the 58-year-old laments.
Read the full article featuring our own Dr. Murphy-Rose at Vogue.