Another one: Lots to say, but in fragments. I want to pass on every trifle I trip over; every tidbit of trivia that comes my way.
Is it just me or do women really identify with a turtle whose chronological age is 60, but looks 30? Thanks to what exactly? (She even has a name: Maxine.) Is it that jar of Youth Surge on her back? And is 6o the new 30, if that's the message I'm all for it.
And I'm sure it works.
Another observation: As I was flicking through my American "Vogue" the other day I noticed an ad for cigarettes (!) I thought that was verboten. It showed a woman sitting on a bar stool, cool as can be holding a slim Davidoff cigarette and smiling boldly into the camera.
Despite the armies of protectionists, American English words inevitably slip into the French vernacular, one of my favorites is "buzz" juicy celeb gossip is referred to as "Le Buzz". Cute, non?
Don't mean to nag or anything -- ever notice that phrase is always the preface for a diatribe (?) -- but if you haven't already bought your marinière, you know your striped sailor T-shirt, you must not hesitate a moment longer. The sooner you own it the longer you'll be in, in, in. What else do we live for after all? Try piling on lots of chains and pearls or your new creoles (nag, nag). I've got mine and am wearing the two-inch gold ones right this minute.
Nina Ricca is doing a re-edition of Jackie Kennedy's famous sunglasses. They're big -- in both senses of the word.
I just threw in the red ones by Mosley Tribes because I think they're snappy and happy. Imagine how you could get the bleu, blanc, rouge/red, white and blue thing going with your T-shirt. . .
(Marinière picture by Naomi Yang for "Figaro Madame")