The editor-in-cheif of Conde's newest, super-cool fashion magazine LOVE on her aspirations, how LOVE is different than Vogue, and breaking tradition:
“I’m really practical,” she told the Times UK. “I go to the gym most mornings and I walk everywhere, so that’s why I wear flat shoes and no make-up. It’s not vanity; it’s laziness. I didn’t wear make-up on my wedding day because I didn’t want mascara running down my face if I cried. I wore an Azzedine Alaïa brown snakeskin dress, which he tortured me for about two months to get into, but at least it’s something I can wear again. I didn’t want some stupid white dress; it seems like such a waste."

On her Vogue dreams at 17:
"Yes, when I was 17 I said I wanted to edit Vogue. I kind of regret saying it because it’s caused me so much trouble. But, you know, when I was 17 I did want to edit Vogue! I don’t think Conde would have given me my own magazine if replacing Alexandra Shulman was on their agenda, but I am very grateful that they did."

She's driven, though:

"I was definitely very ambitious in my twenties. I wanted to style the Prada show, edit a magazine, and own a house by the time I was 30. It’s that list of boxes you need to tick off or you can’t sleep at night. I’ve done a lot of the things I set out to do, so I don’t need to prove myself any more.”

She finds frusturation sometimes when working as a stylist:
“People don’t want you to invent the wheel, they want you to help them. Sometimes it’s hard: sometimes they just want you there at 3am to play Dolly Parton and lighten the mood; sometimes you have to hold back your opinions. The older and more experienced I get, the harder it’s become to sit in a room and be subservient.”

Rumors have circulated, though, that food is banned in LOVE's offices, since Grand herself ate next to nothing for a while: “Anorexia has nothing to do with fashion,” she says defensively. “There’s a million other contributing factors.” She then becomes antsy, and it's pretty clear she doesn't like the subject: “This whole office is obsessed with food,” she says firmly. “Or no food. Or how long they can go to the gym for.” Word is that "ryvitas are acceptable, but pasta salads are not," in the office.

On her issue filled with no-names:
“I thought it was interesting to add the new category of ‘unknown’ into the mix . . . The last issue was quite mature, so we decided to do a youth issue. I wanted to get a sense of what 15-year-olds were into. A lot of those London kids, they’re all hanging out with each other and are all so educated. My husband has a 13-year-old son, and all his school friends are children of famous film directors or musicians, and they are so sussed, they think everything is so boring. So it was hard, actually.”