Sophia Money-Coutts

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There is a man driving through Chelsea in a Bentley with the roof down despite weather. Dedication to the cause of looking like a pillock.
29 October 2014

My third and final marathon. Maybe.

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26 October 2014

Pippa Middleton goes shooting…a piece I wrote for the Sunday Times Style mag last year

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20 October 2014
A cartoon spider – the only acceptable sort
15 October 2014
Very much enjoying the fact that all Vogue House staff having a flu jab today get a free lollipop.
14 October 2014

MORE NAKED MODELS…

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9 October 2014

The most eligible man in Britain, from Tatler’s November issue

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4 October 2014
Hyde Park is BLOODY brilliant, isn’t it?
3 October 2014

Tatler Geoffrey in miniature, from the November 2014 issue

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3 October 2014

Who’s the daddy? Modern illegitimate Royals, from Tatler’s November issue

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2 October 2014

NAKED MODELS IN STATELY HOMES… Tatler November 2014

1 October 2014
Actual Christmas decorations from Catalunya. Should you wish to know more, you freak, google ‘caganer’
25 September 2014
A casual hen weekend
20 September 2014
A quiet hen weekend
20 September 2014
Playing it cool when I caught the bouquet
14 September 2014

The future of Scotland? My Tatler piece why Scottish aristocrats are so scared of the referendum.

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10 September 2014

Ketamine – only for fools and horses. From Tatler’s October issue

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2 September 2014

‘Is it it?’ And other vibe killers…Tatler October 2014

1 September 2014
Sophie Goodwin and I broke down on a Tatler shoot, but it was alright because we were rescued by Nigel from the AA
14 August 2014
I love an avocado gag
12 August 2014

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