|Ines de la Fressange.|
Oooops, running late today. Just finished a long conversation with one of my best friends -- we only ever have looong conversations -- Jean Rafferty, journalist extraordinare. Part of our conversation was about Ines de la Fressange and her new book Parisian Chic.
Jean's copy is signed by Ines. She's known her for years. My copy is yet to be purchased, but I can see I must find one tout de suite and weigh in on it like everyone else in the world. Jean is enchanted by the book and points out that the shopping guide alone is worth the price. And, let's be honest, Ines is a style icon. One can argue that she is tall and lean and lovely and well, we're not, but most of us don't look like Audrey Hepburn, Grace Kelly, Jackie Kennedy, Millicent Rogers, Pauline de Rothschild, Gloria Guinnes, Babe Paley and all the other style icons of the past. And then what?
|Pauline de Rothschild.|
|Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis.|
My question then is: Why are some reviewers getting so upset, and in some cases unpleasant about the fact Ines is morphologically different than the vast majority of women on the planet? So what? Maybe we can learn a thing or two, maybe she'll make a visit to Paris more fun.
Until I have the book in my hands and can be more specific, I would simply like to add that with her sultry voice, her laugh, her nonchalance, her smile, her open friendliness I do believe she is a modern, approachable fashion icon.
And, to think, before my conversation with Jean I had intended to write about chocolate today.
A demain. Cherie returns.