My fave drawing teacher in college told me within the first two weeks of the first class I took with him that I would love Cecil Beaton and at first I was like how dare you or anyone tell me what I would love and then I was like wait actually if this guy says I would love him I probably would. After wasting nearly eight years not loving Cecil Beaton, I happened upon this at the oxfam in Liverpool (whence, tbh, all good things come) and proceeded to delight in it. Charts Beaton’s love of the ballet from his childhood as an audience member to his career as a designer through reminiscences interspersed with sketches and photographs. Will now be tracking down the rest of his stuff and wishing I could befriend him, like, every day.