I’m not even going to opine too much on this one. Terry Richardson shot my fairy godmother Oprah Winfrey for November’s Harper’s Bazaar (dare I say this collab may trump anything that happens in VOGUE?). In three, vivid captures of Winfrey in winter-white Escada and regal-red Jil Sander, Richardson conjures up the urge for me to bow down to the (other) queen — and that’s big, considering how I feel about Beyoncé. And in one of her many profound declarations, Winfrey explains her decision to launch out on her OWN:

“When you have reached the peak of a mountaintop, which is where I was with the Oprah show, you have absolutely no worries. I’d been in the right space at the right time, and I’d done that in the best way possible for 25 years. But you have two choices: You can come down from the mountain and spend the rest of your days thinking it was so beautiful there, or you can create a vision, look upward, see the next mountain, and start the climb all over again.”