Sometimes I think my driving passion hasn’t been simply to be a woman, loved, sexy and desirable. Rather, glamour is what I want! To be considered glamorous — who could ask for anything more!
That quest is what defines me! The epiphany comes to me while reading Virginia Postrel’s new book, The Power of Glamour: Longing and the Art of Visual Persuasion.
An essential ingredient of glamour is apparent effortlessness or graceful nonchalance, called sprezzatura in Italian. (When Tgirls look like they try too hard, that’s precisely when we’re most often “read!”)
Paradoxically, however, sprezzatura requires great care and craft, attention to detail, even premeditation, to pull off properly. Another word for this is grace.
When you communicate grace, you’re not just fuckable, but so much more: An aura of confidence and competence envelopes you. Others don’t just want to fuck you; they want to be you!
The French expression deshabille — what one literary scholar calls “careful carelessness, artful artlessness, delicately tousled perfection” — is all about eroticism, isn’t it?
While I’m not presumptuous enough to ever call myself glamorous, I can promise you this: I’ll always keep trying…keep working it.
You should, too!