It's almost Christmas. I don't shop, I have no family in the States, I'm single, so I'm relaxed. But others are super-busy. So let me be brief for the last blog of the Year!
It will be pretty cold over the Holidays in Los Angeles which is nice in many ways because it sets free delicious visions of coats and stylish sweaters, fancy shawls and a glove here and there. But most of all it tickles the fantasy bone of a longing that simply must have something to do with childhood and lots and lots of Nordic fairy tales: Snow for Christmas!
I'm not immune to that kind of longing since I grew up in Germany where Christmases were white indeed very often. But I know it's not going to happen in LA. So what? We're grown-ups and the only white this Christmas will be on the heads of a lot of people - and that includes Santa Himself, the Mighty Maven of style - longish hair, beard and all. Come to think of it, naked, or let's say, in his Union Suit - which he is wearing in a charming illustration from the 40s - he looks a bit like an old hippie-biker dude, right?
So, because I have nothing better to do than allowing my fantasy and silly bone to run wild, and because I like to end the year on a gender neutral note and salute an Old Guy.
I herewith declare Santa Claus the Style Icon for the "mature" set for the month of December. I don't know why I have overlooked him until now, although he is such an inspiration. I don't know his relationship to God but I think he was born old and gray and put on earth for a reason.
And look, what a Career (for all the whiners who claim there's no work after 50!). Still in business, still gloriously Silver-White, inimitable! He withstood the pressure of time and fashion, and no matter what men were wearing the last 4, 5 decades, dyed hair, layered permanents, the Rod (Steward), silly sideburns, preposterous beards, he was proud of his age and his hair color. Can you imagine Santa sneaking into a drugstore at any time and asking for "Clairol" in Teddybear-Brown or "Trump-Yellow" the new color? Of course not!
So I salute Age and classiness, pride and Wisdom - and for the New Year I hope for lots and lots of silver, white and gray hair in all available shades. Fearless and proud! No red hats or coats with fur trimmings necessary. Because like always, in Old or New times - the Golden Rule is:
BE YOURSELF! Santa is!