Another One of My Style Icons…

Carmen Dell’Orefice!


She is thee most magnificent model at 80…yes 80! OK…yes it is photo shopped…but seriously!!!  She LOOKS fabulous!  She has worked her whole life as a model.

A few years ago Carmen was a victim of Bernie Madoff and she lost everything.  But she did not let being completely penniless stop her…she called some old contacts and stated that she needs to work.

Carmen has been on more covers recently then she was back in her glory days.




Below you will find a interview she did with Dailymail in the UK.

It took me half my life to understand who I was. How could I be true to anything when I didn’t know myself? I am able to be truer and truer with myself the older I get, but I am still a work in progress. You don’t have to like me, but I’m not going to please someone for the sake of their approval.

If a man has a relatively good experience with his mother growing up then, in some way, his subconscious will pick a partner who will do for him what his mother did. I am not talking about making their dinner, but emotional support. I love all men, because I have a need to mother them.

I always have a male friend, if I can find one who is suitable. If it doesn’t suit you to have one, that’s fine, but I always do.

My mother was very hands-on; so were the nuns at my school. If I didn’t learn my catechisms, I’d get physically punished by them.

Did I regret my abortions? Frankly, no. I got over Catholicism and guilt when I was eight. I made my
Holy Communion, but by the time I made my Confirmation, I had resolved that it was a crock. Women need to wake up. If the US rescinds Roe v Wade [the landmark 1973 decision by the US Supreme Court that effectively made abortion legal], women don’t realise what it will mean for the rest of their lives. And what it will cost the government, to deal with all those unwanted children dumped on society.

I live alone and enjoy doing most domestic things myself. I like living simply and cooking occasionally for small groups of friends.

I had double-knee-replacement surgery recently, and the doctor let me bring my video biographer – who is making a film about my life – into the operating room. He also came to the
dentist with me, and to see my dermatologist of 45 years, who does my silicone. I want to show the world what it is to be a so-called natural beauty.

I broke my nose on a diving board when I was a kid, and my first husband said: ‘I know the best doctor in the world and, for your 18th birthday, I’m going to give you a nose job.’ He didn’t like my nose. I’ve never told anyone that before.

There’s no way I would have got to see so much of the world, with my humble background, without modelling. We were penniless and hungry for most of my youth. I washed the sheets in the bathtub in my bedroom and hung them out of the window on the clothes line, which in winter was difficult as the sheets would freeze and get stuck to the line.

These young models are taught to walk a certain way – it’s all about sex. There is a lack of refinement, there is no romance. Everything is a vulgar description of life – it is so sad.

It took me half my life to find satisfaction. I have been there for a while now, though I can’t pinpoint it exactly. And satisfied is the word. Happiness is a quiet indulgence I do on my own.

I never married unless I was in love. I am an incurable romantic. These days, everyone wants a formula, and a list – they want this, they want that, yadda yadda yadda. People today have their list of demands, and they miss connections, they miss empathy. Life is chemistry.

I was 16 when I fell in love with my first husband. He was 26 and had a young son from
a previous marriage. He was also in love with someone else, an older woman. I had little
self-esteem. Just because those men put me on the cover of Vogue, I didn’t have the insight about my own needs and desires to help my partners treat me the way I wanted to be treated. But we all tried. We just didn’t know how to stay together.

Dieting, or watching your figure, is not that complicated. You just have to have self-discipline, and understand what you have been given genetically. I always wanted to be smaller than I am; I’m a typical woman in that sense.

People are always asking me what I’ve had ‘done’. The treatment I had [to eliminate sun damage] is not available to the public any more. It wasn’t a peel; it wasn’t a lift. The doctor used the finest wire brush, and he planed off my skin. It brings you right down to baby skin, and those layers of skin never grow back so you have to be so careful in daylight. I go to sleep with sunblock on, in case I forget to put it on in the morning.

I moisturise my skin with anything that comes to hand, but nothing on the outside is going to make a blind bit of difference unless you take care of the inside. I drink water with lemon juice in the morning, and eat plenty of probiotic yoghurt.

I was never a big shopper, but I have some wonderful Calvin Klein suits that I have bought in the past ten years, all for under $100. He is a tall man and designs for tall people. Donna Karan does that too – the sleeves actually come to my wrist.

Do I like the idea of travelling? Yes. The reality, no – the hours at the airport, the awful way the airlines treat you. I am just so grateful I got to see the world when it was all still prop planes and it took 24 hours to get from New York to Paris.

Diana Vreeland [the late legendary Harper’s Bazaar fashion editor] was a good friend and a great champion. She knew everything about my life and respected the way I conducted it. Once when I was called into her office, she stood behind me and said: ‘I want you to do this collection in Paris with Avedon, but you have to grow your neck.’ She told me to think tall and stretch my neck, and she’d see me next week – if my neck was longer, I’d go to Paris. And I did.

In business, I didn’t always know how to take advantage of events and opportunities that were right in front of me, so I missed that boat a few times. Then, over the decades, a few men of great substance wanted to marry me, but alas I was not in love with them, so my lifestyle in the end stayed happily in my hands.

I have come to realise that love is not the narrow thing I thought it was. If you can find it all in one lovely person with marriage and sex and lust, that is fabulous – and I came pretty close with my last husband. But when one of my oldest friends died recently – we had been friends for 60 years – I realised that you can find your soulmate in friendship, too. There is nothing I didn’t tell her – good or bad – and that is real friendship.

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