Caryatid made flesh Elle Macpherson and I will both turn 50 next year. I see the big 50 like one of those Roman road cairns. I will be delighted to have reached it (I will be going out of my way to avoid serial killers and burly buses over the next 11 months) as my best friend died before she even reached 40. We have all had dreadful drawn out times in our lives which seem to drag out endlessly but the decades fly. I read a study last week which said that when women hit 50 they fold away their sense of style and individuality into a drawer marked: 'been there done that' and step into the raiments of propriety. Among the fledgling 50-year-olds in the study 39% now avoid figure hugging dresses, 38% avoid fitted skirts and 31% avoid skinny jeans while a quarter are wary of high heels, and 22% consider low cut tops a faux pas.
What is it about the 'O' birthdays that shake up our style snowglobes? When I was about to turn 30 I was working in interior design for an incredibly stylish older woman who said that to me that if I kept eating bananas I would get fat and that it was time for me to leave the young brunette behind and have blond highlights as I was about to turn 30. Now that I think about that advice I was given 20 years ago I realise how utterly insane it was. Luckily I have a very strong will to power and was the only brunette in the company that stayed so after 30.
In all honesty I have had my eye on 50 and have been scything my wardrobe accordingly but I have been listening to my inner voice and not the call of the crowd.
Vanessa Wiliams ( had to keep Mr Sulu in, I had such a crush on him)