Before we meet, Penelope Tree is insistent that she has “nothing very interesting” to say. You probably don’t need me to tell you that this couldn’t be further from the truth.
There’s the anecdotage from the model’s time as one of the swingiest figures of Swinging London in the sixties, of course, swept off her feet at 17 by the man she calls “Bailey” (as in David), propelled into a world of Vogue photo shoots and dinner with Andy Warhol.
