My thanks to the good Icaria for triggering this Great Classic to pop into my head. This was on the subject of aging: sagginess, wrinkliness, succumbing to the forces of gravity, and generally declining into decrepitude, one crepe-y inch at a time.
Or, as I’d rather see it: not sagginess but sageness, not wrinkles but wisdom, not a loss to gravity but a gain in gravitas.
And there’s that whole business of becoming A Classic and Stylish. Two things that do not go with being baby-faced; the other being beauty, a far remove from mere prettiness, with its conformist regularity and vacuous expressionless blandness.
Grand Classique du jour: