It’s just so mysterious, so quintessentially French – that unapproachable, yet come hither peut-être pout that drives men wild with desire and women wild with envy. How exactly do they do that and NOT look like they’ve just sucked on a lemon?
Well, there are two major requirements for mastering the perfect pout.
You have to have full, sensual lips, easily attainable today for a price, and you have to be young, not attainable at any price.
Brigitte Bardot may still have the requisite full, sensual lips, but she no longer has youth on her side, so her poutty face just looks tired, old and angry. Not a good look!
Now, that’s much better. The older we get, the more we realize that a slight smile is soooo much more attractive when our sexy kitten days are behind us and Momma cat still needs a big, warm hug. It lifts and brightens the face, provided we don’t overdo it with a toothy grin.
The big, toothy grin can accentuate the lines on our faces and any dental irregularities that might have been considered sexy (i.e., gap tooth) in our younger days just make us look like an old lady with bad teeth.
While the pursuit of the perfect pout is no longer an attractive option at our age, we still have to face the camera nowadays more than ever -- those dreaded ambush cell phone pix and, even worse, the caution-to-the-winds selfies we take periodically and hate ourselves for doing so the moment we see them. Ugh!! Do I really look like that?? Say it ain’t so!! God, I hope no one posts this on Facebook!!
According to “My Little Paris,” a great fashion and lifestyle website geared to keeping young women (I still like to keep up) in the loop on le dernier cri in Parisian lifestyle and fashion, not smiling in photos is so very French and so very femme fatale. Here are the four Steps they recommend to master the art of not smiling in pictures using pictures of the iconic Françoise Hardy from the 1960’s as their muse.
Hmm, while the youthful Hardy looks fabulous, it’s risky to try this at my age. While not exactly lemon-sucking territory, it comes dangerously close to sullen, which won’t get Momma cat any big, warm hugs either.
It’s impossible to look innocent in your sixties. I can’t even muster a convincing naïve any more. Life has left a patina on my face. No matter how hard I try, I always look like I know what I’m doing, even when I don’t. Not exactly a disadvantage, I’d say.
This is good advice. Staring directly into the camera rarely works for me. The result is usually the proverbial “deer in the headlights”. As I’ve said before, I am not and have never been photogenic. It is said of successful models that they make love to the camera. The camera and I are not even on speaking terms.
This is great advice. When someone points a cell phone or camera at you and starts to count “one, two, three.” Look away until right before he says “three.” Trust me, it works.
And don’t forget that little smile (not too much) and slight tilt of the head. Works wonders. Take it from unphotogenic moi.