By ELLEN LEWIS
I studied French diligently in school with big plans. I wanted to work at the United Nations and French is one of the 6 official UN languages. So when my merchandising career began (another story for another time) I questioned the viability of my education. You don’t hear that much French in New York’s garment district. But as my retail path veered into Intimate Apparel, I realized that I was wrong. French … Read More
As a child, Valentine’s Day meant exchanging cute little cards (counting who got the most), gluing doilies to red construction paper and little candy hearts. As a woman, frankly, it never had a big impact on me. I’m just not that girl. Married close to 40 years now, our tradition rests in half price chocolates the day after the big night. Nonetheless, as a business, it holds considerable meaning. This holiday represents a critical peak … Read More
With a touch of 1950’styling, the stunning Ivana in teal oozes style as well as seduction. Available in a stunning basque (available from a 30D to 38G) which can be worn with a matching brief, short or deep thong, let the sumptuous fabrics give you effortless support. Ivana padded half cup and balcony bra styles are also available up to a G cup.… Read More
Valentine’s Day is one month away. What fantasy besieges you? Seduction appears in many forms, none as provocative as lingerie. This season the teddy is the star. No one does sexy bodywear quite like Maison Close.
“SHE OCCUPIES THE FRONT OF THE STAGE”
“SHE TENDERLY TRIES TO ENTICE HIM, AND THEN BRUSHES HIM OFF TO INCREASE HER DESIRE”
“QUEEN OF THE MODERN AMAZON”
“SHE CHOKES HIM AND LEADS HIM BY THE NOSE”
“HEARTS WILL
No one does dramatic romance quite like Leo Tolstoy. Yesterday I went to see the cinematic version of his literary masterpiece, Anna Karenina, hailed by his peers as a “flawless work of art”. I read this book when I was 19 and pining for a boyfriend who was always elusive. Caught up in the moment, I imagined myself the next great American novelist whose emotional theatrics would also stun the world. Neither of these relationships … Read More
Call me Ishmael, or….
Call me Insane. Recently, I cannot recall how long ago, being the pauper I am, I was perusing old books at an ancient book store. Call it the pre-Kindle, pre-e-book era. I thought I would go on a trip, but having no income to outlay for such a venture I imagined I might escape in a story. Then I saw, on the shelf, Moby Dick, and I … Read More
