Ambassador David Bruce giving my mother away at her wedding to my father in Paris on September 24, 1949
My father and mother at their civil marriage ceremony in Paris
My mother—surrounded by men, as usual—at a party in Rangoon in 1953, when my father was first secretary at the American Embassy
Pleased as can be, I am standing in front of my father’s Triumph sports car in Vienna
In the summer of 1955 my father and I took a trip to Italy, where this sizzling temptress was staying at our hotel. I did my best to get rid of her by dumping her off the pedalo at sea, but amazingly she reappeared at dinner.
With my parents in Connecticut in the early ’50s, after their divorce. I remember setting up this picture in a pathetic attempt to portray us as a “normal,” happy family.
On a trip to Venice my father and I decided to dress in stylish matching lederhosen for a visit to Piazza San Marco
At home in London with my mother and Freddie in our house on Conway Street, shortly after they married in 1960
Freddie, left, and Bertrand Russell, right, at Woburn Abbey in 1962, with their host, the Duke of Bedford, standing behind them
My brother, Nick, with Freddie and our mother at the house in France in 1964
What was I thinking? An embarrassing and ill-advised photograph that appeared with an item about me in Cherwell, the Oxford students’ newspaper, in 1971. My tutors at Saint Hilda’s were not amused.
A photo of Martin and me that appeared in The Daily Express gossip column, 1970
Freddie and I gave a garden party together in the cloisters at New College, Oxford, in 1971. Iris Murdoch is on the right and Martin is standing behind her.
Vanessa Lawson, who would become Freddie’s third wife in 1982, with her newborn daughter, Horatia, in London in 1967
My lovely stepmother, Melissa, and my father in London in the 1970s. He’s in the driver’s seat of his old London taxi cab wearing the fur hat that was for some reason part of his chauffeur’s uniform.
Our neighbor Francette Drin, whose large and malodorous dogs always accompanied her to dinner at La Migoua
With Tom Burns, my favorite Spanish “tutor,” in London in the early 1970s
A view of the front of La Migoua, taken from the vineyards below the house
After our wedding in London in June 1978, my kind and generous father-in-law took everybody to lunch at the Waterside Inn in Bray, overlooking the Thames. Here I am with Peter, my brand-new husband, and our bridesmaid, Sarah Haycraft.
The night of our wedding we had a huge party at a restaurant in Chelsea called Eleven Park Walk. Hylan Booker, my mother’s lover; Antonia Fraser; and Marigold Johnson were among the hundreds of guests.
Christopher Hitchens and Anna Wintour at the party after our wedding
Four of the cooler, younger guests—Oliver Haycraft; Selima Guirey; my brother, Nick; and William Miller—loitering on the sidewalk outside Eleven Park Walk
My husband, Peter, in the Virgin Islands just after we moved to New York in 1979
My mother flanked by our neighbors Francette Drin and Nicole Padula in the kitchen at La Migoua, circa 1990
In the summer of 1995 I took my son, Alexander, to La Migoua for the first time. Here we are on the terrace with Nick and his then girlfriend, Jemima.
Alexander with his sister, Rebecca, in the main place in Le Beausset in the summer of 1996
With our houseguest Christopher Hitchens in the dining room of our apartment on Bank Street