Every now and again Twitter redeems itself and shakes off the tedious uplifting quote bots, SEO gurus, and other such riff-raff and presents to my jaded eyen something pure gold.
So this is how the 1% are staying ahead of the pitchforked mobs nowadays. Skijoring with a $270,000 car instead of a husky.
You see it, don’t you? What better proof of the enduring nature of classical beauty could there be than the resemblance of this portrait from 160 years ago, to today’s celebrated beauty, Uma Thurman? True, no casting director would have chased after Miss Helen Duinham’s brougham, begging her to play The Bride in Kill Bill, but they look like they could be equally deadly at the bridge table or the cotillion.
Dear readers, we have a confession to make. While we’re aware of the talents of the original YSL, of Halston, of even He Who Shall Not Be Named, we are, frankly, always up for a little more fun than they typically represent. A little fillip. A little mod in our mode, if not, indeed, a little mad.
We have found our perfect spirit animal. He is sleek. He is chic. He is petit. And he is probably worth about $150 a pelt to the Europeans.
Despite being a He rather than a She, this arctic ribbon seal that showed up, somehow, a mile upriver from the Pacific near Seattle must nonetheless be acknowledged to embody the same light-hearted yet rigorous line as the creations of fabled Sixties icon André Courrèges. We will let him keep his coat, even as we admire it, for lo, we’ve always felt we were of insufficient angularity to carry off the stark contrasts of black and white, much though we may admire them.
We shall call him André!