I thought it was the usual – a skinnied-down version of a new magazine in a world gone virtual. Daring, I thought, as attempting any sort of print publication in this age of the Internet is an uphill battle. But I set aside the bills from the mailbox, and sat down to page through. I […]
French Vogue’s Mini-Models: Fashion or Faux-Pas?
French Vogue uses 10-year old models in provocative ads.
I Love Lucy… Who Do You Love?
What fiery redhead do we all know and love? 100 years ago today, Lucille Desirée Ball was born in Jamestown, New York. Nominated 13 times for an Emmy – and snagging 4 wins – Lucy offered up her antics “live” in our living rooms in the 50s and 60s, and for decades after, in syndication. […]
Crazy Women
Your kind of crazy? My kind of crazy?
Maintenance
It’s not just about eating right, sleeping enough, or regular exercise. It’s not just about washing your face and moisturizing a little, picking out the right Dior shadows for the lids, Lancome blush for the cheeks, Bobbi Brown for the lips. It’s not about the perfect Little Black Dress. (Sorry, Coco.) It’s more. So much […]
Losing Elizabeth Taylor
Elizabeth Taylor – screen legend, world-renowned beauty, Oscar-winning actress – has passed away. She died today, of congestive heart failure, at the age of 79. Like most who recall her in Butterfield 8 or Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, we think of her exquisite face and voluptuous body, her smoldering sexuality that heightened extraordinary […]
“I Feel Beautiful”
I’m low on sleep. My back is aching. I’m worried about my kid, and the bills, and upcoming deadlines. Yet – I feel beautiful. Maybe it’s that surge of energy from the gentleman who took care of my tires last week, the unexpected pleasure of an act of kindness, accompanied by a subtle flirtation. Maybe […]
Bite Me
Two little words that are good for what ails me.
Confidence (Our Secret Weapon)
Perhaps our most important asset. French women know it, and show it.
My Mirror, My Mug
I look in the mirror and blink. I stare at the face staring back. Who is she? No wide-eyed adolescent, that’s for sure. Nor is she a young woman, though I might like to pretend otherwise. These days, I hardly recognize myself. Yes, it’s fatigue. But something more is going on. Something we think will […]