and then i realized it wasn't about the kitchen sink
he meant for you to give it to me, j-no. ;-)
multi-stop flights purchased through priceline (first new orleans, and now miami) are good for one thing: catching up on my new yorker gift subscription (thanks branny!).
my new favorite celebrity: isabella blow:
| because she is a creature of passionate enthusiasms, and because she is willing, in the service of those enthusiasms, to make a spectacle of herself, isabella is perpetually at risk of falling into camp. she dreads that fate. she dreads becoming some mad, excessive, tragic gay icon. she aspires to elegance: her fashion heroine is the duchess of windsor. she doesn't want to be theatrical; she wants to be sexy, and she knows, when it comes to clothes, how conservative heterosexuality can be. she worries that she has been taking too much fashion advice from queens, who always want to pile more things on her, and not enough from straight men, who want to take her things off. now in her early forties, she is learning to pare herself down. "i used to shove on the kitchen sink," she says ruefully. "and then i realized it wasn't about the kitchen sink." |  |
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they may not know who she is, but they can see that, in a fashion crowd, she is a toucan among crows.
isabella recently drew up her own will, and in it she included a provision that her head be chopped off and delivered to her father in his vault, to symbolize the way he cut her off. her heart is to be cut out, placed in a heart-shaped box, and sent to detmar. she has already begun looking for a surgeon who will pledge to carry out this mission, and she wants to be sure that all the arrangemeents are made and paid for before her demise, so that detmar isn't left with a big bill. - larissa macfarquhar, "annals of style: the mad muse of waterloo," the new yorker march 19, 2001 |
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