Ciao! Just a little one today. I’ve unlocked a few articles for you to read during the holidays. I’ll do this a few times for the rest of the month as my gift to all of you.
Advice column: All Roads Lead to Rome
My favourite beauty products: SMALL JOINTS #21
An Ode: To Things That Have No Use
I am famously on the cover of On The Rag’s first issue where a photo of me looking back is framed with big font that says, “Women should only sleep with hot men.” A real battle cry! The piece I wrote discusses my history of being hopelessly, fanatically boy crazy as a teenager, which has only become more sophisticated and honed as I’ve gotten older. I can’t help but think of the Frank O’Hara line, “Heterosexuality! you are inexorably approaching.” The word “swoon” sets off visions of women fainting from their inability to handle their desire. There’s a scene in the 1961 film Paris Blues where Paul Newman’s display of white-hot allure is almost unbearable to watch... It’s like looking at the sun. He circles Barbara Laage like a handsome panther and she asks him the age old question, “Why do you need me today? Because you feel you’re wonderful or because you feel you are worth nothing?”
