About 20% of Fashion
readers live outside the United States. From Melbourne, Australia,
this email responds to my Editor's
Letter expressing my thoughts about creating a contemporary
I would like to take a moment to thank you for that inspirational message. It is so hard to remember the true meaning of life, and with the world changing at the rapid speed that it does, we seldom have time to stop and think about what really is important, and what really matters. Is it the shoes that people wear, or their clothes that say so much about
them? I think not, but rather what is inside each and every one of us --
what makes us happy (really happy), what makes us sad, what makes our hearts
flutter and our tears roll down our faces staining our cheeks. The world of today is too busy following the paths
which have already been created (wrong paths might I add) to consider anything
or anybody but themselves (I too am guilty of this). But every once in a while, somebody makes us stop and
realize that we are doing it wrong, be it a child smiling and playing innocently, a kind gesture, or a kind act of faith (which these days is sadly often questioned), or a person making their own path
-- different from the norm, and expressing how they really feel, expressing their point of
view -- stopping and realizing that things are getting away from us (as you have done...). I want to thank you, Gina, for making me stop and
realize that there is so much more to life than what I am getting and giving back, and for making me
realize that the world could be a much better place if we only put our selfishness aside, and opened our
hearts. My utopia is for all people, regardless of race, regardless of religion or beliefs, to embrace each other, not be suspicious of one
another. I hope that we can all come to the realization that one person can make a difference.
However, together we can make an impact.
Keep up the good work.
-- Claudia (Melbourne Australia)
And here is a simply beautiful
letter we received from our reader, and friend, Larry:
has been around here in Zhengzhou (China) for weeks, but it was only
this afternoon, I did feel it.
Along the sidewalks near my home, there are lines of Paulownia trees. In
the winter, the branches were bare with leaves shedding day after day,
stretching into the leaden sky like the arms of an old man; more like
that of a peasant.
In the late 1970s, my family lived inside a fundamental school in a
remote town. There were lots of Paulownia trees, very big ones, in this
family-temple-turned-school. Every spring, the kids would gather
together and then decide what we could do to enjoy the sweetest time of
the year. In the air, the fragrance of Paulownia permeated through every
inch of our bodies, and melted the young and innocent minds of children
into the hilarious laughter of a spring breeze. In the Chinese class, I
just learned a lesson on the spring. It said, when the spring came, the
ice cover on the brook would thaw, and lovely ducklings would swim
merrily on the water. Even today, I still clearly remember the gourd
hanging outside the classroom. It must have been in summer times, but I
just couldn't help linking the gourd with spring.
In the yard of the school where my family resided, there were many
plants and trees, one of which grew cherry-like fruits. In the morning,
there would be many fallen fruits on the ground. The night wind had
cleaned the earth like a brush. The fruits looked as red as shining
ruby. They stained where it hit the earth. Sometime I tried in vain to
climb on the tree to pick up the ripe fruit. But it was not as delicious
as it looked, and at that time, I learned what Zhang San Feng learned
when his mother told him when she was dying,"Pretty looks
There the spring came, and it was the best time for the children in the
school. It was best because of the Paulownia flowers sweet in scent, and
so imaginative in shape. No one, I think, could resist the temptation of
Paulowvia once s/he is raided for once. Till present, the synonym of
spring for me has been the blossom of Paulowvia flower. As I was too
little to climb on the trunk like elder boys did, I would just stand
under the shade of trees and immerse myself in the gentle breeze. For a
moment, one piece of flower might drop and I would pick it up and
indulge myself in the mysterious spell of this common tree in northern
That's why I have such a special feeling about trees and flowers, which
were my best companions in the late 1970s (the time of China's so-called
Cultural Revolution --Gina), known for the general poverty and
cultural scarcity. The appalling realities didn't leave much impression
on a boy's mind, except in a nightmare, but I do have some reason to
cherish the simple life of that era despite all the physical suffering
and mental torture on the parts of my parents.
Now I am back in reality from the memory of my distant childhood. Last
week, all the Chinese Parasol (introduced from French? ) trees along
Huang He Road were pruned and grafted so that in the spring, the hairy
seeds of the trees won’t fly into the eyes of pedestrians and
bicycle-riders like Mr. Toad. After the trimming, the street looked much
different and wider. The rain of last weekend moistened the air. Typical
of spring weather. Day out and day in working in the corporate building,
I am almost insensitive about the spring until the blooming flowers of
Paulwnia caught my eyes this afternoon on the way back home. At once all
the sweet memories blended with the fragrance drifting in the wind. One
of my friends once told me that life is right out there for you to
choose a way that makes sense for you and your beloved ones.
A reader responds to
our Buying Beauty test of color
I am responding with more information
about Revlon Moisture Stay Lip Color (which our test top-rated --Gina).
I love everything about it EXCEPT the holder itself. I use Revlon
Lip Color all the time. It's the only Lip Color I have found that
I like. However, it seems to be a bad design in packaging. I
mean that after using the same tube for a while, when it gets down about
half way, the thin shape doesn't seems to hold up. It always breaks
toward the bottom and then you have almost half a tube that is difficult
to use because it wants to fall over to the side . It's almost as
if it softens as it ages and then breaks in half. Any one else
have this problem?
Your article re "Sun-kissed
Provence......." makeup was very interesting, cool and frank!! Well
done, and keep up the good work.
Your writings are interesting and
Very fashionable collection. Keep me
on the list.
I have explored many sites and consider myself somewhat experienced with
glamour. But what a cute and ingenious way to express and attract!
Very impressive site, I think it is
simple, yet very attractive to the eye.
Great job. I love your choices
I am a graphic designer and art
director for the fashion world and I think your illustrations are SASSY!
I love them!
The new issue looks fabulous! I
especially like the editorial on Carlos Batts (FYI, Carlos photographed
our current lead story on Norma Kamali swimsuits --Gina). Walter
Steiger's shoes were really sexy.
This site rox!!!
I absolutely loved your letter to readers. I printed it out so
I can paste it in my journal. All of the things you mentioned about your
Utopia really hit home. It was really moving because of its deeper
meaning. I was very touched...
I TOTALLY SPACED ON THE WALTER
STEIGER SHOE INTERVIEW. OH MY GAWD THE SHOES THE LEGS
I NEED TO HAVE THEM BOTH
Regarding your article on Tunji Dada,
I quote, "Fluent in French, Tunji also feels that the African
nations that were once French colonies, like his native
Not to quibble, but Nigeria was a British colony. Which perhaps
explains the "twiggy look" in many of his designs.
-- H. D. G.
Of course, you're right, H. D. G.. I've made the correction for
future readers. --Gina
Thanks for writing !
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