Very Audrey.
Everyone knows an Audrey.
The French writer Colette (frizzy henna curls, bright rouge circles on her ancient cheeks) is being pushed in a wheelchair through the dining room of the Hôtel de Paris in Monte Carlo. Suddenly, she sees this unknown wide-eyed beauty and raises a bony finger: “Voilà! That’s my Gigi!”
I met my wife, Audrey, at Scotty’s outside Tappan. She always seemed to bring her dates there the nights I worked.
Along with the Vermeer face and dancer’s legs, Audrey has a knack for wearing exactly the right things, from big floppy hats to ballet flats, and turning them into classics.
Boatneck Ballet Tee (No. 2354). With three-quarter sleeves and wide scoop neck to show off your fabulous collarbones. The fabric is a silky long-staple pima cotton with a bit of stretchy stuff for fit.
