Todays guest post on style icons comes to us from a woman who is a blogger icon in her own right. What else can be said about my dear friend Tish Jett from A Femme d'un Certain Age, that hasn't been said already! Not only does she know a thing or two about style (an understatement, if ever there was one!) but luckily for us, she graciously shares with us her daily musings on the art of fine living and chic style (the French way and otherwise).
Click on the link above or here to be taken directly to her blog right after you read her style icon guest post on the fabulous Ines de la Fressange and don't forget to enter our giveaway for a signed copy of the book, My Mother's Clothes (click on the link to be taken to the giveaway)
Merci beaucoup Tish!
Inès Marie Laetitia Egalantine Isabelle de Seignard de la Fressange is an original.
If it’s too soon to call her an icon, surely one day she will number among the most famously stylish women of all time.
It is almost unjust to talk about Inès and then slap on the adjectives fashionable, stylish, chic. She is so much more than the clothes she wears. But then one could argue that is the very definition of style.
What Inès has is personality, character, elegance, charisma. She radiates charm and an almost careless attitude toward dressing.
She is a master of l’art de vivre in all its varied manifestations. Her homes are a further expression of her taste in their fearless decorating styles.
One has the impression she decided early on to enthusiastically embrace life with an unconditional joie de vivre. Wherever she is – at a chi-chi event, with her daughters, working with Bruno Frisoni in her position as president and artistic director of Roger Vivier, hugging her dogs, strutting along a runway, walking down the street – she appears happy.
What better cosmetic trick in the universe than a smile and a loping gait?
Everything about her, from her omni-present smile to her easy, breezy hair seems unstudied, nonchalant. Is she wearing makeup? (Perhaps a smoky smear of shadow, a little liner.) Did she spend hours “putting herself together?” Did she fuss with her coif? It seems unlikely. And that is what makes her so utterly divine. She is natural, completely comfortable in her skin.
She can pull on a pair of slim jeans, her Vivier ballerinas, a white shirt (collar up) and a blazer and look beyond chic. Sometimes she doesn’t bother with accessories, though she likes belts. (I’ve never seen her with painted fingernails.) Then, later the same day, she’ll invent something unexpected for a glitzy soiree.
Granted, Inès was blessed by nature: Her beautiful Argentinean mother was a model and her father a descendant of an old aristocratic family. And of course the gene pool also gave her that enviable extra-long, lean body which makes for a dream dressing base.
But she is not a classic beauty. She is better than that, more than that. She has an aura and a magic about her that has nothing to do with age or lines or the superficial. She transcends the definable.
I remember watching her dance down the runways, particularly chez Chanel. While other models sulked she looked like she was having the time of her life.
The gamine of those days will celebrate her 53rd birthday in August and to my eyes she is prettier, more interesting, more elegant today than she was back then.
Oh yes, did I mention the posture? Perfect. The poise? Impeccable. The voice? A little gravely, very sultry. If you can’t get enough of Inès and you would like to see her in all her insouciant, stylish glory, just click here and take a virtual walk with her as she shows you some of her favorite secret places in Paris and tells us why it’s always better to buy one pair of shoes that are too expensive than five compromises.
Eh, oui. She is French after all.