The Queen visited NYC last Monday, the hottest day of the year – possibly of the
century. She wore a big hat, gloves and a dress’n’coat ensemble, befitting Dick
Emery at the height of his career.
Does anyone remember him, by the way? ‘You are AWFUL, but I like you!’
The sight of the Queen in her extraordinary outfit reminded me again of the sartorial differences between our two lands. I’ve mentioned before how women of the queen’s age dress in NYC, either eccentrically or in the uniform, super-style of the city’s over 40s. Female TV newscasters (some almost the same age as HM) were agog at her visit, rolling their eyes and wondering how, in this day and age, she can still dress the way she does.
The answer lies in her DNA. The Queen does not care for such passing fancies as botox, bleach or thin thighs. She is the absolute antithesis of New York Woman. I can draw another comparison example from NYC in the form of the British consul, Sir Alan Collins and his lovely wife Lady Sarah. Lucky enough to be invited to a cocktail reception for the RSC at their gaff recently, I was just delighted to see a little bit of England in action. The Sir Collin’s live in the heart of the Upper East Side where NYC society is functioning at nervous break-down levels of competetiveness. Their apartment walls are discreetly dotted with art originals. Hidden behind the pot plants, vases and tired looking sofas are original Picassos, Constables and gawdknowswotelse. I complimented Lady C on her art and she replied simply “Oh the paintings belong to the diplomatic service, they just send them to us for a bit of decoration.”
Now, were these paintings on any other wall in the Lord Collin’s neighbourhood, they would be the sole feature on a slate grey wall. The wall might possibly have arrows on it pointing to the painting, or something displaying the price tag nearby. There might even be a runway with lights leading from the front door to the artwork and flunkies with landing flags. Maybe Lady Collins attitude to the art might be different if she owned it but I doubt it. Whatever we Brits may be, we are not showy or brash. Our best works of art belong to the nation and our Queen dresses how she wants. Now, that’s style. Things would be perfect if we could all borrow the odd Picasso now and again.
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