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Glamorous Fiction: Rules of Civility by Amor Towles
A middle class girl from the Bronx chases her dreams and surrenders to chance in the glamorous Manhattan of the 1930′s.
A wonderfully written autobiography by one of America’s original “It Girls”. The story tells how a young girl transformed herself from virtual obscurity to one of the glamorous jet set in the 50′s and 60′s.
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Olatz describes herself as Basque-born and Paris –raised, which might be the secret to her lovely sense of aesthetic. When Julian Schnabel first laid eyes on the beautiful Olatz, he must have been captivated by what he perceived to be art personified. For, she is just that, in manner, appearance and capacity for self-expression. Olatz possesses the ultimate in classic beauty. Maybe it’s the way that the outer corners of her eyes turn upward, or the manner in which she smiles (ever so slightly) with her full pouty lips. Maybe, it’s the poise of her tall slim figure, swathed in billowing silk chiffon that makes me look upon this creature and feel that she is elegance defined. But, she takes us further, as she mixes her Basque- born intuition with a Paris-raised tutelage to create the most sumptuous interiors that I have ever seen. She dares the visitor to explore her design with giant works of art and poetic antiques set against vast negative spaces. Every corner, every angle, every viewpoint hums a melody, and the overall impression is that of a full on operatic drama. Her talent gives me pause…
I’d love to hear from you!Last month, I found myself running through Charles de Gaul, late again, with hair hopelessly disheveled. My trench coat, having been removed, replaced, twisted around my waist, thrown over my shoulder, wrinkled and tucked under my arm, was now, trailing behind me, dragging across floor, like Linus in an incredibly insecure moment. Low and behold, even in my most disoriented state, I was able to channel my inner compass, and find that last chance newstand where I could grab a coveted copy of the current Paris Vogue. October’s issue was particularly lovely and included a supplement for”enfants” that inspired a yearning for the Alps and the post below.
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