Jean Shrimpton — What is it That Makes a Woman Elegant?

Great fundamental advice about fashion and elegance.

~ Iconicallyrare ~ The Tailored Life

After publishing dozens of articles on male elegance here and on Parisian Gentleman, Iconicallyrare is opening a new chapter, exploring the mode of women’s elegance.

Kept in a simple format, we focus on one elegant woman at a time, trying to understand the concrete elements that makes us perceive her to possess that elusive concept called ‘true elegance’, all the while remembering that it’s never really about the clothes…


In her article “The Man in the Bill Blass Suit”, Nora Ephron tells of the time when Jean Shrimpton posed for a Revlon advertisement in an antique white Chantilly lace dress by Blass. Minutes after the lipstick placard was displayed at the drugstores, the Revlon switchboard received many calls from women demanding to know where they could buy the dress.

As one of the first true supermodels of our time, Jean Shrimpton graced the covers of numerous high-fashion magazines and appeared…

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♪Die Zauberflöte, K.620 Mozart

The Magic Flute, composed by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, a perennial opera favorite performed by soprano Diana Damrau.  Act 2: Der Hölle Rache Kocht In Meinem Herzen (The Queen of the Night Aria) is epic!

With Dorothea Röschmann as Pamina. The three ladies are Gillian Webster, Christine Rice and Yvonne Howard.

This clip contains the scene in which der Hölle Rache is sung. The Queen of the Night gives her daughter a dagger and demands that she kill the Queen’s foe, or be cursed and disowned.

Der Hölle Rache kocht in meinem Herzen,
Tod und Verzweiflung flammet um mich her!
Fühlt nicht durch dich Sarastro Todesschmerzen,
so bist du meine Tochter nimmermehr:
Verstoßen sei auf ewig, verlassen sei auf ewig,
zertrümmert sein auf ewig alle Bande der Natur,
wenn nicht durch dich Sarastro wird erblassen!
Hört, hört, hört! Rachegötter hört! der Mutter

Hells vengeance seethes in my heart;
the flames of death and despair engulf me!
If Sarastro dies not by your hand,
you will be my daughter no more.
Forever repudiated, forever abandoned,
forever destroyed be all the ties of nature
if Sarastros blood is not shed by your hand!
Hear, hear, hear me, ye gods of vengeance hear!
a mothers vow!