The wait is over. I’ve been holding my breath for seven years, waiting for Karen Elson’s second album. Well, she’s done it now, and I can report that she’s done it again. I’m not disappointed; on Double Roses Elson sounds just as lovely and darkly romantic. I am, of course, just as in love with Elson’s kinky English rose aesthetic as I was in 1997, the first time I saw her flaming red hair in Vogue. I can’t help but idolize someone whose incredible style goes with incredible substance. So it cheers me to see her defy expectations and make her own eccentric way, even if it means waiting all of those years between projects.