Are you feeling bad about yourself? More
I thought it was an exceedingly busty Gwyneth Paltrow, but I was wrong. More
I guess you’d like to be like the old people in this absurdly charming paining of absurdly charming old people, huh? More
So, I’ve come to terms with the fact that at 18, college freshmen are a full 13 years younger than me. (Actually, I haven’t come to terms with that — I just figured it out as I was typing and now I’m panicking. Hopefully I’ll come to terms with it soon.) More
Here at The Gloss, none of us have anything to hide, what with our spotless reputations, impeccable decision-making skills and fine coordination when inebriated.
And you are all, no doubt, in the same boat.
But if there’s a little white lie that you routinely tell — to save someone else’s feelings, of course — what is it? More
There are some things in life that age well — wine, scotch, or a delightful cheddar.
But I’m not here to talk about those gastronomic joys. I’m here to talk about things a bit more nebulous…things that sneak up on you with each passing birthday, until one day you’re sitting at your computer blogging and you suddenly realize, “I’m older…and shit’s better.” More
A woman is looking for tube socks. More
Dovima With Peals, Richard Avedon.
I really like this picture, but it also makes me a bit sad. Dovima is my favorite model – mostly because she loved comic books, science fiction and was generally kind of a nerdy oddball. She was one of those people who seemingly had a glorious youth only to have an obscure end (she ended up working as a restaurant hostess). Of course, she might have been quite happy doing that. But still. Surely it must have been a bit difficult to go from capering in a ballgown among the elephants to telling people it was going to be a twenty minute wait. In this picture you can see the moles and crows feet and it’s clear that she’s no longer at the height of her beauty – but the expression on her face is still so priceless that you can see why Avedon would always consider her the greatest aristocratic beauty of her day.
I was picking up my boyfriend from the nursing home and he mumbled, spittle and applesauce flying “why don’t you do a piece on how great it is for you lovely young ladies to date nice older men?” At least, I think that’s what he said. It’s hard to tell sometimes, what with the dentures. Anyhow, here’s some input from lovely young ladies (names changed to protect all identities) who are dating older men: