Do you think Mr. Blackwell ever tried a sunless tanning lotion?
Mr. Blackwell, or as his momma tagged him, Richard Sylvan Selzer, has gone on to claim his reward, assuming there is one, in that fabulous fashion show beyond the clouds.
You remember Mr. Blackwell, don't you? He made those wicked Worst Dressed Lists that folks cared about in the '60s. But you knew that. And you probably didn't think he'd died years ago, as I did. (That's what happens when you go for a few years without a New York Times subscription.) A few of my favorite Blackwell quips:
Camilla Parker-Bowles: ?In feathered hats that were once the rage, she resembles a petrified parakeet from the Jurassic age.?
Martha Stewart: ?She dresses like the centrefold for the Farmer's Almanac.?
Elizabeth Taylor: ?Looks like two small boys fighting under a mink blanket."
He was actually rather clever. Imagine my surprise upon reading the obits.
I am tempted to share my recent experience with sunless tanning lotion with you, dear and beloved readers. So tempted. I am. But in honor of Mr. Blackwell, you're spared. Today.