A friend once told me that he always imagined me growing old in a Volkswagen bus covered with liberal bumper stickers. As delightful as that sounds, his theory completely clashes with my plans to become a grande dame. Who'd want a hippie bus when you could rock an old age of L'Air du Temps, weirdly applied cosmetics, and a stubborn defiance of the natural look?
Silk flower corsages. Dotted veils. Bits of extravagant lace. Dressing to the nines to meet your girls for lunch. Drawing your eyebrows in. Not giving a rat's ass. I LOVE IT. So cheerful. If only I could look this good now.
Photographs by the wonderful Lilette Model, whose images captivate me.
