Elegance is a sort of harmony that rather resembles beauty, with the difference that the latter is more often a result of nature, and the former a result of art. If I may be permitted to use a high sounding word for such a minor art, I would say that to transform a plain woman into an elegant one is my mission in life.”
-Genevieve Antoine Dariaux
Years ago, when I was searching for an online identity for my website—an identity beyond my online persona shared via “Lady Guenevere’s Enchanted Kingdom”—I actually didn’t have to think very hard. The phrase “jaded elegance” popped into my head almost before I could question what it meant, and the very organic response to the question “What concise phrase most accurately defines you?” told me I’d found my identity.
I don’t necessarily consider myself elegant, and I am certainly not the type of woman that’s an unforgettable beauty. Yet, growing up in the world of the theatre and performance, and outside of that, falling in love with art and literature, I realised fairly quickly one doesn’t have to be a beauty queen to possess that “something special” that others gravitate toward.
That’s kind of been the story of my life. I’m the sort of person that some people gravitate toward, almost as if by some magnetic presence that says “You…you’re my kind of person”. At the same time, I manage to repel my fair share of people, also almost by second nature.
I am gracious and kind and elegant, the sort of girl who believes life is an event to dress up for and a man with poor manners won’t get a return phone call. At the same time, I have a snarky and cynical edge, one that sends the message that I’m more than aware of how the world works, and I’m not about to be taken in.
Beauty or not, elegant or not, charismatic or not, I’ve always been the star of my own show, a tendency that’s loved by some and hated by others.
The more time passed and the more I became interested in reading biographies of strong, independent, engaging, and memorable women, the more I’d see this was often how they, too, were described. Not always kind, not always beautiful, not delicate, but a powerful force, nevertheless. Women like Marie Antoinette, Sylvia Plath, Dorothy Parker, Anne Boleyn, Tallulah Bankhead, Edie Sedgewick, Katherine Hepburn (and Audrey, too), and queens of nations everywhere share this indefinable quality that’s somewhere between “I’m a charming addition to your dinner party” and “Don’t you dare fuck with me.”. Nowadays, popular culture has been taken over this persona, in the form of Lady Gaga and Katy Perry and Ellen Page and Drew Barrymore and countless others….but like all things, it will undoubtedly be a short-lived fascination.
This site is about me, but it’s also about being proud to be that kind of woman….the self-rescuing princess that perhaps not the girl that every man (or woman) in the world immediately wants to sleep with, but virtually everyone wants to know. Beauty is fleeting, ever-changing, and in the eye of the beholder. Elegance, wit, charisma, and just a little bit of attitude…well, those last well until one’s final breath.
This page is dedicated to all those proud to be jadedly elegant, and to those struggling to find their own inner rockstar. Trust me, it’s in there. Find the courage to let it shine, because beauty is not beauty without a few imperfections and sharp edges here and there.
“The only real elegance is in the mind; if you’ve got that, the rest really comes from it.” -Diana Vreeland