|A weekly delivery of a Christian Tortu bouquet in a vase of his design (of course). Pure luxury, n’cest-ce pas?|
Is it an accumulation of the most expensive things money can buy? Perhaps. Sometimes. Not always. Never? Or, does it have a completely new meaning these days.
Since the morale of almost everyone, on both sides of the Atlantic, seems to be at an all time low I thought it would be interesting, maybe even edifying, to pose that simple question: “Please give me your definition of luxury.”
I asked 20 French women between the ages of 40 and 80 what the word — the concept — of luxury means to them. My sole caveats were:
1.) Try to think of something you could actually have or experience (as opposed to a 28 carat pink diamond ring from Cartier for example).
2.) Puh-leese do not get too ostentatiously philosophical.
Etmerci par avance, of course.
You will see there was one obstinate exception to the rules of my game.
Here is Part I of what they told me:
|How about “French Impressions” by one of my best friends? It’s a luxury that keeps on giving. It’s beautiful on a coffee table as an objet and it’s filled with historical tidbits and decorating ideas.|
Jacqueline: “Something unexpected; something I hadn’t even thought of desiring like a friend giving me abookshe is certain I will love; a bouquet of flowers from my husband for no reason — just because.
Caroline: “A simple, delicious dinner with a good winechez nouswith close friends.”
Sophie: “Dinner in a little restauranttete-a-tetewith my husband. It’s romantic and I don’t have to cook.”
Christine: “An aroma therapymassage; or one hour just for me when I can do anything I wish.”
Christel: “I know this is probably a fantasy, but it’s my luxury: I would like to live without anything; just the bare necessities of life, to be satisfied with very little and not constantly wish for more ‘things’. Someday I hope to arriveat that place.”
Christine-Marie: “Jogging for an hour, alone, by the sea.”
Claudine: “I am happiest sitting in my salonwith the sun streaming in the windows thinking about how lucky I am to be living my life. You call that cocooningdon’t you? Yes, that’s what I love.”
Patricia: “I just bought a huge bath towel made with bamboo fibers. It’s incredibly soft and more absorbent than any towel I have ever owned. It is pure luxury.”
Danielle: “Dinner with George Clooney.” (Not to disillusion her or anything, but on the outside chance he’s booked on the night she’s free I suggested she give me a second choice. She demurred.)
Do tell: What is your definition of luxury? No rules apply.