I have a bit of a sunglass problem. Also a denim problem, a Fornasetti problem, and a lipstick problem. And you?
When my close pal Andrea Linett came to lunch not long ago carrying an advance copy of her new book, The Cool Factor, I immediately turned into the rudest lunch date ever, unable to take my eyes off its pages, and return my focus to conversation like a polite person should. This book is like that—you just fall in, obsess over all the juicy bits, and devour. About three dozen surpassingly stylish women—almost all of whom are over 40, which is cool—are profiled (and photographed beautifully by Andrea’s husband Michael Waring) and they provide the kind of real-life inspiration that I, for one, am always craving. There are also tons of helpful wardrobe hints, all imparted in Andrea’s fun, funny, highly relatable voice. The message here is that great style is something we all can have, and that it’s something to have fun with, and if there is any justice in this world, it will become a classic.
Reader, I wore bolo ties in the 80s. Beat that.
If you have a tough time narrowing it down to just one, go ahead and list as many as you like—and look here for my picks.
I think for me it’s the fact that I’m single and cool with being single. (And BTW, have any of you read this book by Rebecca Traister yet? I’m quite curious to know, because it’s supposed to be amazing.)
No judgments here, just curious. If you play with the truth or refuse to reveal your age, is the reason more professional or personal? And if you are straight-up about it,what inspires this? I pretty much always reveal the truth—52 on Thursday—because just enough has been written about me to make it impossible to lie, and because I’d rather look decent for my age than not so great for the age I was trying to get away with.