The New York Times Style Magazine has arrived

...and I feel compelled to discuss some things. Page by page.
Pull up a chair.

Okay. First.
I'm tired of Kate Moss.
I'm tired of Kate Moss addicted. I'm bored with her clean.
I can't look at her vapid eyes.

Next, we are only 20 pages in and it is announced that grunge is back - 'with a vengeance.'
And so I'm wondering, they are talking about people under 21, right?
Because I'm not sure, and I don't think teenagers are reading this magazine.

There is something I can relate to - just a couple of pages over.
It seems that Tom Ford has produced (I suppose his people produced) a fragrance that I'd love to check out. Apparently he had them develop the darkest black orchid possible and added the scent of truffle, lotus wood, bergamot and vanilla for "a throwback to an old-fashioned fragrance." Which sounds astoundingly expensive, but I'm going to try to find it -
just so I can smell it.

Nora Ephron has a new book out. And she was on Oprah a couple of weeks ago, looking slightly pulled facially. I'll get the book from the library, but in the meantime, she's put together a fabulous list for women of a certain age:

Goodbye sleeveless.
Goodbye cleavage.
Goodbye short.
Goodbye midriff.
Goodbye low-rise.
Goodbye waist.
Goodbye tight.
Goodbye sheer.
Goodbye white T-shirts.
Goodbye yellow.
Goodbye blue.
Goodbye red.
Goodbye prints.

I could not agree more and I'm not nearly Nora's age. And I would hasten to add a couple:

So long baby doll.
See you later velour track suit.
Ciao flip flops.

I could go on and on - but I'll cut it short.
There is plenty more to address...

In the TMI category, I will mention that I had a deodorant crisis this past summer.
I had been using a natural product as I shave my underarms every day and am loathe to add carcinogens to my fresh open pores. But I found myself, on a regular basis, with, uh, problems.
And I am disappointed to be presently using Arid Extra Dry, which is cutting days off my life every time I twist more gel up out of the applicator. But the Times tells me that Lavilin can be applied once a week, because it is so effective, and it is all natural. I'm going to see if Whole Foods has it.

At the other end of the spectrum -
this product scares the crappe out of me.
I just feel like it must induce an allergic reaction.
All I can imagine is itching. Itching lips.
As the pages are only an advertisement, there is no review of the product.

So, let's jump to page 32 - which is the land of $15 to $20 bars of soap.
They look great in the pictures! So pretty!
I think I'm going to cut up the page and tape them into my soap dishes.

There's a great article on healthy and beauty products and hair salons in Chinatown.
I used to go to an Asian hair salon when I lived in the city - I had forgotten about it, but I got great haircuts there.

They still haven't found a pill for cellulite.
Not to worry though -
The Times is all over it, and has been reporting on it for years.
I'm waiting.

And who is on page 45? WHO? Why Sally Hershberger - and she's all bershon.
There, now I've used a new word.

I do appreciate the giant list of hair professionals and their fees for the professional services they have come to be known for. In the old days I would tear it out and save it. Now I can just go to the Times archives.

Finally, Love Among The Ruins features gorgeous photos of damaged goods...and, after looking at all those beautiful women, gazing upon these 'ruined faces' is a welcomed relief.
Click on the slide show and just try to keep breathing.








Ooof.