Melody Rodgers, Athena Coin
Love wearing something that makes you feel energized.
These rose gold coins are not only gorgeous but stand for something REAL.
Better expressed by Melody,
“Help armor women in their fight against breast cancer.”
(http://www.melodyrodgers.com/MR_Athena_Splash_04.html)
With Russian Navy lacquered nails Bridget sits and swivels in her chair. Her cheeks blush as she talks about her boyfriend , DJ whom surprised her with dinner and Cirque Du Soleil tickets in honor of their three-year anniversary. They met at New York University, and have been inseparable everyday since. I asked her where she went for dinner, and could not help laughing at her response, “Italian, pasta, ughh carbs- it’s a problem!” Tall and skinny, Bridget’s long brown hair wraps around her left shoulder, as she looks down at her nails and comments on how she needs to stop biting.
Oscar de la Renta, Fall 2009
Oscar de la Renta, Fall 2009
Oscar de la Renta, Fall 2009
This was the beginning to what would be the longest week of my life. Market at ODLR, tough work- but def a great introduction. Beautiful collection, Mr. De la Renta thought about his core customer.
<3 my internship.
SVEN- ANTON
At FIKA on 28th and Park, a few of Sven-Anton’s photos are featured.
“There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you… And as we let our own light shine, we unconciously give other people permission to do the same.”
-Marianne Williamson
“Oh this wine is good,” said E as she took another sip. We decided to go to Boqueria that night, and honestly the aura was just right. Our other friend had just arrived and we cheered to the beginning of a great night. E dressed in a killer black a l i c e + o l i v i a dress, winked at some cute guy ordering manchego cheese with his date. “Innocent flirting!” We all couldn’t help but to laugh. I threw my long brown hair over my shoulder and began scanning the room for my own eye candy but was interrupted by three older women glaring at us. I politely smiled and planned to look on, but the ‘queen-bee’ of the botoxed-out women screamed across the table, “We are Sex and the City, and you all are ughhh The Hills.” Stark white and stunned, I could not push my lips to form a word. Luckily our young waitress was standing in the crossfire and blurted back, “Well at least they ordered a great bottle of wine!” The three older women hissed grabbed their martini glasses and moved down the bar. E rolled her eyes, I finally let out a puff, and as a group we decided to let it go, no need to acknowledge their insecurities.
The next morning, in a glorious state of wine coma, I started to think about what those women had said. I guess they are freaking out, no one plans on getting older it just happens. We became an obnoxious alarm clock to them, abruptly reminding them of their age, with no snooze button in sight. Girls young enough to be their daughters are moving in on their “fabulous” lifestyle. The writers of Sex and The City, even had Samantha point out that us “twenty something year olds are just waiting to take their lives.” The truth is though, that most of us respect older women. They have created a city where women can actually be that ‘fabulous.’ These streets are punctured with their stilettos, and it can be pretty intimidating to walk over their marks. We could use a tour guide, not jealous, bitter and dare I say has-beens, hissing at us. Drop the glares and be the beautiful women we expect you to be. Accept that we are here, and have fun with us. I can promise that our intentions are not to outshine you, in fact we are the old you. Get in touch with that inner twenty something-year-old, smile, and remember how scary it can be. We are learning, and just starting to walk these streets, please set a better example.
This is not a plea for sisterhood, but a request for approval. Share the reigns, or time will grab them out of your manicured hands. This is the moment where you can choose to be a Grace Kelly, because my generation is relentless, and I apologize in advance. What scares older women the most is that they believe we have no boundaries. I can assure you that we do not intend to steal your jobs, nor do we want your husbands. What we want is for older women to show us the ropes, and become mentors. Influence us to work harder, harvest our young spirits, our energy, and lead us in the right direction. When we are ready to take your jobs, promote us. Women should be proud of other women. As a gender, our past creates our future, and we are all in this together. Oprah did a segment on ‘Younger Women vs. Older Women,’ focusing on a article written by Suzanne Braun Levin. Older women seem to underestimate younger women’s gratitude and “accused their younger counterparts of being impatient and unappreciative of the sacrifices of older women in this society.” We understand the sacrifices previous generations have made, and are grateful, but older women fighting against us overshadow it. As news reporter Allison Stewart best explains, “There’s not that girls’ club the way there is the boys’ club. I’ve encountered some women who don’t want to help. The thing that I think is sort of bonkers of older women is this relentless pursuit of youth. I wish they could grow old gracefully and really accept it.”
How sad it will be if women continue to hinder the ‘threatening’ younger generations. Share your knowledge, because we will take your advice and intertwine it with our own thoughts and actions. Women will not grow without past generations feeding the next. This is not a mother daughter responsibility, this is about general womanhood. Forget competition, because younger women will always win. They simply have more time to win. And as for my generation, the Miley Cyrus’s are just around the corner. We all need to start walking these streets together.
n i c o l e . e l l i e . 2009
http://leatherspinsters.com/youngerwomenvsolderwomen.html
