Thursday, December 24, 2015

WHITE CHRISTMAS - Santa as Trendsetter

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!

Hi Santa!

Monday, December 7, 2015


We - the official Silver Sisters, Gray Goddesses, White-Heat-Hotties, Silverettas etc. do make fun of LA which is supposedly a gray-free zone as if not to shock its often all-embracing, but sometimes prejudiced residents with the cruel facts of aging. We got that, Thank You! The percentage of gray-haired women is probably as sky-high (JOKE) as the percentage of female directors or other women in power.  However, since going gray, after all an act of courage, somehow comes with a certain amount of feistiness and derring-do. So we will not be deterred.  

(left to right: Irene, Sabine, Victoria Marie, Peggy, Gloria, Emma) 

As it happened, Victoria Marie of the "Gray is the New Blonde" had the brilliant idea to get a few Gorgeous Gray heads together for Happy Hour and picked an amazing location here in Los Angeles. "The Edison", the first Power Plant in LA (built 1910) with its enormous cavern-like architecture, was a little bit too dark for my taste because I think that we have nothing to hide. Silver rules in all its glory in daytime, too!

So Gloria E. Morales, Victoria Marie, Irene Smallwood-Bosma, Emma Molina-ynequez, Peggy Reiki, Beate Pilgreen, the fabulous photographer and I met in the dark. Quite a challenge. Here's how we did it. Since the Ed is a HUGE place with fascinating hidden chambers, bars and captivating corners and we didn't agree on a special meeting point - me, Irene and Victoria Marie were looking for the gray gals, scanning the rooms. Nothing. Being the intrepid writer and curious journalist, I wouldn't give up and walked around until I saw some bright silvery heads on a couch. Boom!

And herewith I can tell you right now something I have noticed for a long time: Gray and Silver glows in the dark! And for all the women (there are too many) who are afraid that they might be overlooked at a "certain age" if they don't dye their hair a brassy, shrill  blonde or dark chocolate color - fear nor more. We are often the first that are being noticed wherever we go. People actually stare, young women (sometimes young men, too) squeal: "I love your hair!" Doormen open doors with an approving glance, bartenders (like here) smile at you charmingly. No, we are not the invisible Dowdy Debbies!! 

So, it was a lively group talking about this and that, how to raise awareness - no, I'm kidding - I can't stand that phrase, how to have fun, how throw caution to the wind, how to live life to the fullest, how to risk and challenge, how to be independent, and last not least, how to encourage women to "embrace" (another questionable phrase) their natural self.

Finally, we talked about our more or less beloved LA"How many gray-haired women have you ever seen here?" asked Victoria Marie who's is a typical New Yorker. We all had to admit: not that many which is very strange considering that the boomers are a HUGE age group. Is it the insane Hollywood youth obsession that covers LA's hair (men and women) with dark unnatural shades?  Have all the older people moved away? Are they hiding in their spectacular homes and only come out in the dark like Dracula?
Not us! We are here, we matter, and we will stay! And in this intimate fun-hour a trend for this city was born! GO GRAY LA! was the new mantra.  Please Follow that Trend!

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