I wasn’t prepared for the impact of Big Little Lives on my Sunday evenings. I was even less prepared for its departure, leaving an entertainment void I don’t know how to fill. I’m not one to gravitate to films or TV shows centered around entitled people with problems most of us would be happy to have, yet I was captivated for 7 weeks. I was captivated by the acting, mesmerized by the California coastline, horrified by the secrets, obsessed with the soundtrack (do your soul a favor and download the soundtrack on Spotify) and envious of the wardrobe, the underpinnings in particular and how they helped to define these women.
Being a human mannequin, Nicole Kidman received the most opulent of the intimate apparel, as well as the most airtime wearing them. Her bras, panties, slip dresses and robes … Read more
Last November I fell victim to my obsession with director Pedro Almodovar films, and signed up for nightly tickets to his film retrospective at the Museum of Modern Art. I love his depiction of women, his attention to the detail of their struggles and the men who worship them. One of his more popular films is “Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down”, I’ve seen it a half dozen times and it isn’t even my all-time favorite of his films. It is about a beautiful actress abducted and tied up by a young obsessed Antonio Banderas and not to give anything away but how their “relationship” evolves. While the title suggests bondage and sadistic behavior, that would be too simplistic, and ultimately the film is about this woman’s strength and her choices, not her abductor’s.
While walking the Salon De La Lingerie in … Read more
Watch in action, the drawings of Best Supporting Actress ~ Viola Davis & Best Actress ~ Ruth Negga’s gowns on the Red Carpet.
We watch and we judge. We judged the performances they gave and the dresses they will wear to receive their accolades. I love the Oscars and I don’t believe I have missed….blah blah blah
Okay, that was my opener BEFORE the Oscars aired last night, so let me start again WHOA! WTH!?? I am over the moon that Moonlight won Best Picture, I adored that movie, no slight to LaLand but Moonlight was magical…..
I loved the Red Carpet, I loved seeing who was with who, and I loved the acceptance speeches. I loved everything about last night’s Oscars as I imagined what might be worn under some of those magnificent dresses that came down the … Read more
The Body is everywhere. You may choose to call it a bodysuit or a teddy. I call it long overdue and I attribute its resurgence to the bralet. The undeniable consumer embrace of the unconstructed, comfy, wireless bra has given designers permission to take that philosophy further. There is also no better category of intimates so well suited (no pun intended) for wearing “out” than the bodysuit.
There was a time when the bodysuit focus was on wired, controlled, figure enhancing garments worn as much for support and shape as for sexiness, and while they are still a must have for some women, there is a new body being ushered into our lives.
Some of the stand out examples I saw at the Salon de la International Lingerie last month in Paris were from Body & Clyde, which was … Read more
“2.5 days”, that was my response to the immigration guy at JFK when he asked me how long I’d been away. He said that I was very precise and chuckled, deciding my trip was too short for me to have done any major shopping, he ushered me through without the usual luggage search. I broke my record for shortest overseas trip, and what it lacked in time it more than made up for it in pleasure. On my last full day i.e my second day in Paris, Ellen invited me to join her at “Lingerie, Mon Amour” a fashion show given by Lingerie Francais showcasing the biggest French lingerie brands. After a bit of a logistics issue we hopped on the first of the buses and left Porte de Versaille and on to the Pavillion Cambon situated on Rue Cambon, … Read more
I wear mostly black. Perhaps it is the New Yorker in me or perhaps it is the forgiving silhouette it portrays, whatever the reason, I cannot change. I have accepted this and yet I sometimes feel the need to wear more color.
The other day I had the joy of reconnecting for lunch and a stroll with a dear friend I worked with years ago, someone I don’t get to see enough of. It was a cold clear day in NYC and Chelsea was busier than you would think. After lunch she suggested we hit the Pace Gallery to see the Mark Rothko exhibition in its final days, it was bustling and I was happy. Upon entering the gallery, you saw square upon square of varying versions of black… blueish black, reddish black, purplish black, brown black and combinations thereof. … Read more