Monthly Archives: October 2014

My how you’ve changed

Fascinating discourse spurred by actress Renee Zellweger’s shockingly changed appearance. Not especially younger. Just unrecognizable after surgeries, it’s rumored, to widen her narrow eyes and narrow her wide cheeks. I had to stare hard at this picture to find Renee: Oh there she is around the lips and the jut of her chin.

my how you've changed

my how you’ve changed

Is this self-mutilation, a la Bruce Jenner? A woman exercising her free will, whether it does or doesn’t please the court of public opinion? Or a response to ageism in Hollywood — which is what Frances McDormand posits in a quote I might have surgically embedded into my own furrowed forehead (with LED lights maybe?): “No one is supposed to age past 45 —sartorially, cosmetically, attitudinally.”

How much cooler Frances looks, sounds, is than the kind of woman she’s never been: “I was often told that I wasn’t a thing,” she said. “ ‘She’s not pretty enough, she’s not tall enough, she’s not thin enough, she’s not fat enough.’ I thought, ‘O.K., someday you’re going to be looking for someone not, not, not, not, and there I’ll be.’ ”

She is, in my opinion, what 57 should look like and, more important, act like.

what 57 looks like

what 57 looks like

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This is what 62 looks like

Saw la bella Isabella on The Blacklist recently playing, against type, a girl-slave trafficker. She looks so gloriously like a real woman with the fine lines on her face, her full hips, her no-fuss hair do. Also, how creepily colorless is James Spader as the bad (I think?) guy?

isabella rossellini

isabella rossellini

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The boss of me

He was the editor of a well-known men’s magazine. A short man. Not an attractive man. After I interviewed with him I said to my boyfriend at the time, “Why he looks just as much like a turtle as a man can look.”

This was the 1980s. This was my first media job, although we called it publishing back then. I interviewed in a navy linen suit from Bonwit Teller, nude pantyhose and navy pumps trimmed with flat grosgrain ribbons. I was a 22-year-old from Iowa and I thought the look I should be going for was “appropriate.” 

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going up

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On the corner of 7th Ave. and Hopefulness

Hopeful

Hopeful

More in my series of signs, this one injecting a whole lot of hope into a rainy morning. Could even call it an article of faith, since hope is so often paired with faith (and charity). Recalling now a family who called their daughters Faith, Hope and Charity. But that’s a story for another time.

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