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She was one of London’s most flamboyant and outrageous hostesses who tragically died last month. Here, former editor of French Vogue Joan Juliet Buck remembers her friend – the indomitable socialite and style writer who brought chaos and joy everywhere she went.
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hen Nona Summers stepped outside The Park Restaurant to light a cigarette after lunch on a windy August afternoon and set her dress on fire, no one who knew her wanted to believe the burns would kill her. Nona was too feisty to complain, too worldly to die. She did not accept tragedy or limitations. Her advice to her daughter, the writer and actor Tara Summers, was always, “If you’re stuck behind a bus, you’re in the wrong lane.”
