Maggie and Milly and Molly and May and GAGA
Being of a certain age, I have measured my life out in Kennedy funerals. And also because I am of a certain age, it seems like all of my childhood idols are dying on me (dropping like flies) on an almost daily basis. In the past few weeks, Karl Lagerfeld, Lee Radziwell and Peter Tork. All gone. If ever there was a time in my life when I felt successful, it was those years when Lagerfeld took over the House of Chanel. All those gold chains, all those faux pearls, all those big earrings, all those quilted bags-we were high on all that luxury but most of all, we THOUGHT that this shallow, pearly world we were drowning in, well, it would last FOREVER. Time passed. Then came Grunge. Followed by Minimalism. If personal success was spelled for me by removing one ginormous, gold clip earring from one ear while answering my landline phone sitting on my boutique's desk...then failure certainly was defined by the sad knock on the door bringing minimalism into my ...