Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Given that I was born in February, and that I positively blossom when the temperature drops, you would think that I would naturally take to the slopes; but, in fact, I never learned to ski, and as the birthdays flash by faster than a downhill racer, I’m afraid that my daredevil days are behind me.
Once, while staying with friends in Courchevel, I was determined to learn to ski. I packed the perfect ski sweater and had every intention of renting the perfect ski equipment and taking lessons from the perfect (and he was!!) ski instructor; but, somehow, I managed to skip right over the “ski” part and head right for the “après-ski” part of the day.
Maybe it was sharing a raclette with friends while overlooking Mont Blanc that lured me away….or, perhaps, it was that restaurant that served only fois gras….and did I mention the fondue?
After all, I was in the Haute Savoie, it would have been a sacrilege NOT to indulge in such gastronomic delights, n’est-ce pas?
It is casual couture at its best, and the overall effect is utterly effortless and totally chic.
“What….this old thing? Daaaahling, I just threw it on.”
Here, the famous “Sweater Girl” herself, the beautiful Lana Turner, poses on the slopes in 1955 looking oh-so-glamorous and filling out a ski sweater better than anyone before or since.
What red-blooded American man wouldn’t want to wax her skis?
Grace came from a very active, athletic family. Her father, Jack Kelly, a champion rower, insisted that all his children be physically fit, and Grace more than held her own.
When she came to Hollywood, it quickly became apparent that the camera not only loved her glorious face, but her lean and muscular body, as well.
That little peak at the back of her hat gives the whole outfit, an otherwise simple, almost austere, black ensemble, an exquisite dash of insouciance and playfulness.
And let’s face it, Ladies, who ever wore a pair of oversized sunglasses better than our Audrey?
Not exactly the ideal way to keep your ears warm, perhaps, but who cares?
She looks ever-so chic, don’t you think?
No question, she looks fabulous (love the yellow jacket) and appears to know what she’s doing, but there’s a time and place for exposed cleavage and bare tummies, and it’s not on the slopes.
Just looking at this picture makes me want to wrap my woolies around me even tighter.
Brrrrrrr, someone pass me a hot toddy; I’ve got the shivers!!
Quel charme !! Quelle classe !! Quel style !!
She was just so beautiful; and talk about an eye-catching headband……this is it, Ladies. Take note.
Excuse me while I slip in to the Ski Lodge and into something après-ski appropriate for my après-ski plans with my new ski instructor.
Maybe my daredevil days aren't so far behind me after all.