The Privilege Style Icon
It may sound like a platitude, to say my mother is my style icon. I can’t help it. There she is, hatbox in hand. It’s
It may sound like a platitude, to say my mother is my style icon. I can’t help it. There she is, hatbox in hand. It’s
Today we are honored by the presence of Professor C. My father. When I explained that you all had asked to hear from him, he
One of the Privilege[d] readers alerted me to this shoe. She says she stood in it, for THREE HOURS, at a Colonial Dames event. I
A reader wrote and mentioned, in passing, her wonderment at the excessive use of emoticons in Internet parlance today. She asked whether I had an
It turns out, oddly enough, that High WASPs take the same approach to perfume as they do to life. I know, I know, it sounds
Figure 1. The dead elephant. A reader, T., wrote in to explain that she had recently suffered through a situation which resulted in her leaving
Back in the 60’s, my mother had a portrait painted of her children. The three eldest, that is. I was 6, my sister 3, my
Somewhere my sisters are laughing. “Good looking” is my mother’s phrase. Mom’s got great taste, and if I could abstract out her theories I would.
The Sturdy Gal, sporting Ray-Bans, on a boat in the Stockholm Archipelago. High WASPs do have their favorite sunglasses. Like IBM in the 1970s, no
In recent weeks the fashion industry has been showing its Resort collections. High WASPs love resorts. They are places of tennis, sand, and alcohol. What’s
I have a proposition for you, one which I do not expect to be controversial. Here goes. Gardens are wonderful. My High WASP cohort is
Today we have the honor, and privilege, of a guest post from Reggie Darling. Reggie writes one of my favorite blogs on design and hospitality,
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