I take it all back
So I take it all back. The Parisian publicist is a genius. What do I see in this week’s issue of Paris Match? A whole page about moi and my book. (Click here to view the article.).
As luck would have it, I had subscribed to Paris Match on the instructions of said genius publicist. So now I am famous among Paris Match readers which as far as I can make out is most of the French population. Along with Graham in Switzerland who wrote to me complaining that the cartoonist’s byline was the biggest thing on the page.
I was amazed last night when we went to a Beziers wine-bar to celebrate our great friend Simon’s birthday that I wasn’t mobbed by crowds of fans. I even brought my special pink pen for autographs with me.
I can only assume it’s because there was no photo of me in the article. I am sure this will all change next week when I am on the front cover of Vogue.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2008
22 Mar 2008 helena
So how did “Two Lipsticks and a Lover” become “So Chic”?
The first, full of promises of infidelity, lust and illicit sex in discrete five star Parisienne hotels, The second, a guide to French schmutter.
I do understand the implications of two lipsticks, but please, please tell me how women choose.
Janou always says she needs more lipstick. She really needs more lipstick. She has a drawer in her bathroom, the Lipstick drawer she calls it, containing approximately 127 different lipsticks. Perfect Peach, Honey Gloss, Heather Plum,
Candy Pink, Ravishing Red. She wants Rosewood. A shade close to Heather Plum but not exactly, it’s a little more mauvey, and that’s why she needs it. I sometimes say she’s crazy for being so obsessed with lipstick. She thinks I can eat dirt.
It’s her world, I’m just happy to be living in a part of it.
Personally I’m a bust when it comes to lipstick. I own more than one tube but they all somehow end up being the same colour. It doesn’t matter who makes it or how much it costs, they are all the same shade. Yet I am always looking for something different! How does this happen, you ask? Damned if I know.
Now if we’re keeping track of shoes, that’s a whole different kettle of fish. I probably have over 100 pair and I cannot bear to part with one pair. I might need them, and besides, they are all very good shoes that have hardly been worn . My husband does not understand this. He says there are only two kinds of shoes, brown & balck. “Why do you need several pair of white sneakers?” he asks. ” How do you know which pair to wear?” I can only answer him; “It’s a gift.” He is still pondering that one as I moved his wardrobe to the closet in the spare bedroom.