And we’re off. . .
I’m all over the place today. Are you thinking, “So what’s new?”
What I had planned — even lost sleep thinking about it — was, surely, there are some women in their 40s and 50s who have that personality/style OR style/personality we all so admire, and I came up with two new candidates: the 40-something, 6’4″ (a personality statement in and of itself) designer, L’Wren Scott, pictured here with her “beau,” Mick Jagger and the lovely Françoise Hardy, who, except for cutting her hair from very long when young to this feminine, flattering style, she has maintained the same look through the decades.
Ah, Maybe Not? I’m Not Sure
Momentarily I thought of Dita von Teese, formerly known as Heather Renée Sweet and hailing from Michigan, who has recreated herself in prim costumes from the 40s and 50s, and then makes her living as a burlesque queen.
My guess is, and perhaps I’m being unfair, but I think she is all costume. However, unlike the vast majority, if not all the world’s actresses, at least she apparently dresses (and undresses) herself.
Let’s Keep It Hot
The months of weight-gain are upon us, and I’m not talking about the holidays, not yet.
Think soup and hot, non-caloric beverages to keep the calories at bay.
Now here’s a subject we haven’t discussed for several days at least. I needed a teensy rant on the topic today. We’re told by the poor fashion editors who have to come up with SOMETHING to say for every publication, that the newest, hottest, latest, must have ballerine is a 360 Euro number from YSL, with — are you ready (?) square toes!
OK, for those who like to quibble, the point of a real ballerina’s slippers are squared so she can rest on her toes, but I haven’t met a ballerina since my dance classes when I was eight and my mother told me I kept falling over. She said she and my father had to leave the recitals so I wouldn’t see them laughing and therefore destroy my fragile psyche for the rest of my life.
She told me this when I was old enough to handle the information.
As I was saying, just give me a pair of Repettos. The YSL’s look clunky, not reflecting at all the fragile beauty of the real thing in satin with ribbons.