To age or not to age is not the question. The question, or rather the challenge, is how do we accomplish the inevitable with grace, charm and yes, beauty.
On my “inspiration board” (not too pretentious, n’est-ce pas?) above my computer is a page torn out of MORE magazine that says: The Look Good for Your Age Movement. I think that’s what our goal should be and I believe I see this movement in action every day with French women. I’m not sure they would articulate it with that formula because I find the issue does not seem to be an obsession with them.
I’m not sure though, since no one has told me, how we feel about the yearly “aberration” wherein the elite fashion mags tout the shape issue wherein women are allowed to be a size 14 instead of the usual size 0. But, that’s not my preoccupation at the moment.
Age is what’s on my mind and I was wondering what you think about the very mention of the word. Should we skirt around it, allude to it, hint at it? Are we that afraid of the facade our futures hold?
Let’s be honest, I’m not thrilled with the march of time across my face and over my hips, and I’m fighting the good fight on the cosmetic/care/healthy eating front and in some respects I’ve been lucky in the gene pool, so I see no other alternative than trying to look the best I can for my age.
My feeling about needles, nips and tucks is that if a woman feels happier about herself then good for her, but I also know it’s a slippery slope.
As one of the world’s most famous plastic surgeons told me for my book, “the absolute best facial exercise is a smile; it’s an instant facelift.” Have you ever noticed that one almost never sees a picture of Ines de la Fressange without a smile?