I didn't discover Daphne Merkin until this great article in T:Style a couple years ago. It was about the idea of the "jolie laide" and it became the basis of my own senior thesis on the idea of beauty. Ever since then, I've read everything of hers that I can get my hands on, but what I'm always most impressed by are her articles for T - always sharp, always reasonable and always about fashion. I almost laughed myself silly when she contextualized lip gloss using Sontag's "Notes On Camp," and now I am again totally tickled by her newest T story, "Heel, Girl!" an essay that compares high-heeled shoes with men known to her as "heels" and that reveals a lot about Daphne herself. I'm pretty sure that was a story idea of Carrie's on Sex and the City when she started working at Vogue, and yet, Daphne makes me smile over an idea that once made me smirk. I actually get excited whenever I feel the heft of an extra magazine in my Sunday Times and I go out to buy a latte companion after I've made sure that Daphne's words are included. Never let this writer go, T. She practically makes every issue.
The Incredible Evolution of Daphne Guinness
This week The New Yorker ran a piece on Daphne Guinness, and much like everything the style icon does (or wears), the revelations from Rebecca Mead's fantastic profile are surprising, over-the-top, and kind of absurd. Guinness would probably be the first to admit that she's not exactly your average human. After all it was her own boyfriend, French philosopher Bernard-Henri Levy, who said of her: "[she is] no longer a person, [she is] a concept." So what exactly is Daphne Guinness? We have yet to fully figure it out but in light of the much-talked-about New Yorker interview, we explore the many facets of Daphne Guinness--from her style philosophy to her thoughts on Hitler--though we're willing to bet the thing that will shock you most will be what the style icon looked like in the late '80s. Go on, have a look.