When I saw that Jocelyn Wildenstein, aka the Bride of (art dealer Alec) Wildenstein, had died at the age of 84, I began compulsively flicking through the widely-shared galleries of horror photos depicting the three-decade plastic surgery odyssey for which she was known. But the picture that struck me most – more, even, than the hideously gnarled, ferocious face with its pinched eyes looking out at the courtroom at her divorce trial – was the one of her when she was young.