he first compliment I received at came thanks to a chemist impulse purchase. It was 10 years ago, during my first days as a beauty assistant in New York at our labyrinthine old 4 Times Square offices. As I made my way down a corridor known for star sightings (Julianne Moore once smiled at me there), I ran into a colleague, Chioma Nnadi, whom I’d heard editors describe as the most stylish person on
