Iris Apfel
The Geriatric Starlet, Accessorial Polymath
More is more, darling—style’s a contact sport!
My eye trained on the bazaars of Istanbul, the cluttered ateliers of Paris—not the runway. I collect stories, not clothes: a splash of Moroccan silver, a tangle of Baroque lace, a president’s dusty chandelier. They called me a ‘geriatric starlet’ at 84? Fine. Just hand me the next sequin.
What I'm Into: bazaar bartering, Carl’s forgotten cufflinks, chaos in turquoise, midcentury plastic, textile dust on my cheek
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