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Glamour

July 03, 2008

In which I have the perfect red lipstick

I have made no secret of my quest for the perfect red lipstick. It is astonishingly hard to find. The closest I came was with Besame's Besame Red--lovely, rich, adorable packaging, superb customer service. I do highly recommend them, and I thought I would never stray.

Until now. Poppy King, the irrepressible Aussie who started her own lipstick line fresh out of high school, has started a new line, Lipstick Queen. And Oh. My. God. The concept is pure genius--there are two groups of lipsticks. One, with about 10% pigment, is called Saints; the other, with 90% pigment is called Sinners. I ordered a Red Sinner and a darker Rouge Saint. The Sinners give full, MATTE coverage, which is almost impossible to find. It's glamorous and dangerous and reminds me of movie stars of the 1940s. The Saints are much more sheer, but still gorgeous, with a lovely stained effect that makes it look as if you'd just eaten berries. I adore them both, and at $18 each they are an affordable luxury. Go check out Poppy's site at www.lipstickqueen.com and follow the links there to order directly from Barney's. (You might also want to sign up for the newsletters from Barney's. They're written by the fabulous Simon Doonan of Eccentric Glamour fame. As a side note, the customer service at Barney's is insanely good. They estimated the lipsticks would arrive well after July 1 because I chose the cheapest, slowest shipping. They arrived June 26. And if you're looking for a good "girl power" read, particularly if you're starting off in business and need a bit of girlfriend-type mentoring, Poppy has a new book out herself, Lessons of a Lipstick Queen.)

February 26, 2008

In which glamour is taxing

The Valentine chocolates have all been eaten and the daffodils are just peeking up. It's that time again--no, not spring. TAX TIME. After years of doing the taxes, I have finally surrendered the keys to TurboTax to my devoted and capable spouse. All I had to do this year was separate my business receipts into categories. I didn't even have to ADD them; he did it for me. But just looking at the enormous pile of little papers was too daunting for me. Catching sight of them caused me to break out into a cold sweat, and more than once this week I have awakened in the middle of the night and thought, "TAXES. I have to do the TAXES."

So on Saturday morning, I decided to take matters in hand. Husband wanted to file the return that day which translated to him getting out an imposing calculator and looking at me sternly. I can take a hint. I gathered up my receipts and retreated to bed. I told him if he wanted the numbers, he would have to come too. He agreed--he is nothing if not obliging--and I set the mood. (No, not THAT mood.) I turned on Jesca Hoop, put on a Betsey Johnson polka-dot chemise and my pink feathered stiletto slippers, poured a martini glass full of orange juice (sans vodka, of course--numbers call for a clear head) and lounged around on leopard sheets and velvet pillows while I called out figures. The entire process was infinitely more civilized than I expected, and I put it down to tackling the taxes in luxurious surroundings. I should also point out that wearing something pretty makes it much likelier that your spouse will merely smile and move on when it becomes apparent that you have spent A THOUSAND AMERICAN DOLLARS on books in a single year. That's not even counting the books I bought solely for pleasure. These were just research books. I'm frankly afraid to add up how much I spend annually on books in general.

In the end, I shouldn't have dreaded it. The receipts took less than an hour to calculate, and the return was filed by evening when we drank a nice Pinot Noir toast to the tidy refund we'll be getting. I told my  husband I've learned a few valuable lessons through all of this. First, I am apparently not very good at spotting all the deductions we're entitled to, even when TurboTax TELLS me about them. Second, I really shouldn't procrastinate because nothing is ever as bad as the dread of doing it in the first place. And third, everything is more fun with marabou slippers and a Betsey Johnson nightgown.

November 25, 2007

In which I ponder glamour again

In the comments to my entry about beautiful women, Kristy lamented the fact that there are so few really glamorous celebrities today. She wondered if it is because the Hollywood starlets are childish, and that got me wondering: what are the prerequisites for glamour?

*Age. Kristy is entirely correct. A woman needs to be at least thirty before she can achieve glamour, and even that is a stretch. With age comes confidence and the ability to be comfortable in one's own skin, as the French say. It takes a few decades for a woman to make friends with her idiosyncrasies. (I refuse to call them flaws.) That confidence is utterly essential for a woman to be truly captivating. She has developed a personal style. She knows what haircut flatters her bone structure, what fragrance suits her own natural scent. She has made a study of herself and understands the importance of her walk and her voice. She has an entire arsenal of weapons at her disposal, and wields them all with grace and enthusiasm.

*Discipline. For a woman to be truly glamorous, she must be groomed. Ragged nails, torn cuticles, drooping hems, worn heels, limp hair, battered handbags, chapped lips--these are the hallmarks of a woman who places a higher priority on everything else in her life besides her appearance. Walk into any grocery store in the country and you will see exactly what I'm talking about. There will be women, a LOT of them, sporting bedheads and wearing their husbands' sweatshirts. If that's how they choose to present themselves to the world, well, bless their hearts. They are going to be comfortable, but they won't be remotely fabulous. (And I am darkly suspicious of any woman who claims that rolling out of bed and going in public without the slightest swipe of makeup, wearing unflattering clothes and mandals, is truly comfortable.) It takes effort to put your best foot forward, and that foot should be decently shod. Personally, I take half an hour to get ready, and that includes the time it takes me to dress, a perfectly respectable investment for the day, I think.

*Mystery. You have to leave something to the imagination to be glamorous. I am beyond tired of the "crotch-watch" shots being taken of every young starlet in Hollywood. (I mentioned this in my entry "In which I wonder what happened to the tease." I needn't have bothered. They are STILL running around without underwear.) Never mind the fact that their mothers should have taught them how to get in and out of a car without flashing their nethers. Someone should have handed them a copy of Forever Amber and sat on them until they read it. There is one pivotal scene during which Amber, trying to retrieve the attentions of the king, puts on a flamboyant and faintly obscene display of flesh in public. Too late, she realizes that by flaunting herself she has permitted herself to be judged and found wanting by anyone and everyone. She has offered herself as a public commodity, and cheapens herself irretrievably. (Sound familiar?) In our show and tell culture, we know FAR too much about celebrities these days, and most of it is seriously distasteful. (They should also be given a copy of The Lingerie Handbook and forcibly restrained from going out in public until they can write an essay on the importance of underclothing. If nothing else, they should be taught that undergarments themselves can be devastatingly glamorous.)

*A sense of humor. A woman with eyes like a dead fish--serious and cold--will never be glamorous. Women like Constance Bennet and Carole Lombard were beautiful, yes, but they were also funny and engaging and able to appreciate the absurdity of life. Nothing is as alluring as a person who is having fun. Fun is seductive, and a plain woman who knows how to enjoy herself will always score over a dull beauty.

*Intelligence. A plain woman can achieve glamour with a great deal of effort. A stupid woman never can because she lacks the imagination to conjure a better version of herself. She will never cast herself as the heroine of her own story because she has no story.

*Self-awareness. A glamorous woman is aware of the effect she has, and she uses it quite deliberately. Glamour is never an accident. It is purposefully reaching out to draw others into the warmth of your charmed circle. A glamorous woman knows precisely how to make you feel comfortable and is genuinely interested in enjoying your company. She understands that when she smiles at you, she can leave you dazzled. She loves to turn on her full charm and watch you fall under her spell--a glamoury is an enchantment, remember. She knows that she is not always the most beautiful woman in the room, but she is always the woman who has put the most thought into herself and into you. She knows that simply by holding herself like a beautiful woman, by walking like a beautiful woman, by using a beautiful woman's gestures, she will be perceived as beautiful. And since glamour is an illusory quality, isn't that all that matters?

(I'm thinking Cate Blanchett might be our best role model as a glamorous woman. She is a consummate professional, usually beautifully turned out, extremely gracious, and I have never seen anything bared above her knees.)

October 29, 2007

In which I ponder glamour

In the comments to my post about the art video, Kristen very kindly left the link to this magnificent video posted on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vEc4YWICeXk It is a gorgeous homage to women in film. Many of the women featured in the earlier frames of the video were also profiled in Annette Tapert's book, The Power of Glamour, now sadly out of print, but WELL worth tracking down. (While you're at it, pick up a copy of Tapert's other wonderful book, The Power of Style.)

The Power of Glamour highlights the evolution of women like Carole Lombard and Gloria Swanson, Greta Garbo and Norma Shearer, from the girl next door to silver screen siren. There are scads of photos, many from very early on in their careers, and the most interesting thing to me is how ordinary they were. Some had thick thighs, others had crooked noses, and in Norma Shearer's case, there was an unfortunate crossed-eye to overcome.

But overcome they did. And yes, they had the powerful studio system to help. There was invariably a masseuse to pummel away the cellulite, strict diets to be followed, perhaps even a bit of discreet plastic surgery. Yet ultimately, these women rose above the commonplace because they decided to. What an intoxicating, powerful idea. They weren't born beautiful, they became beautiful because one day each of them decided she would be. Self-fulfilling prophecy, uttered by Pythonesses who danced over the laurel smoke almost a century before The Secret, conjuring the future they wanted. That says a great deal about the power of a woman's will, doesn't it?

Marilyn Monroe once said, "There must be thousands of girls sitting alone like me dreaming of becoming a movie star. But I'm not going to worry about them, because I'm dreaming the hardest." What are you dreaming about? And, more importantly, what is holding you back? "Glamour" is an old Scottish word. It has connotations of witchcraft, of spellcasting to make people see what you want them to see. So go out and cast a little glamour today and see if whatever you're dreaming of just inched a little closer.

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