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Full of Grace: New Memoir from Grace Jones

A Classic Martini

Wine and Spirits

A Classic Martini

A drink from New York City’s Bemelmans Bar at the Carlyle Hotel

Sohm looks at the color and how fine the mousse is — the fine streams of bubbles — a sign of great quality.

Wine and Spirits

How to Drink Grower Champagne

Legendary sommelier Aldo Sohm on rarer bubbles.

The Hoodie of the Future


The Hoodie of the Future

British clothier Vollebak makes garments for today’s superhero.

Some of the most mannish womenswear looks for fall are no longer "menswear inspired." Transgender model Andreja Pejić is a runway favorite with a cosmetics contract. Recent CDFA-winner Hood By Air just does “clothing.” We posit a spirit animal for fall: the fashion icon who tore through these same cultural barriers with sharp incisors more than 30 years ago. Ladies and gentlemen, Ms. Grace Jones. 

“A voracious she-centaur emerging from an unknown abyss and confronting people’s fears.” That’s one of Jones’s self-descriptions in her new memoir, titled I’ll Never Write My Memoirs (Gallery Books, out this month). If you aren’t familiar with the model-turned-actress-turned-singer-turned-Rihanna-before-Rihanna, that’s a pretty apt description.

A 6-foot-1 woman who was raised a disciplined Pentecostal girl in Jamaica and terrorized by her step-grandfather, Jones moved to the U.S. as a teen and signed with Wilhelmina Models in New York. The story goes that Wilhelmina Cooper herself sent Jones to Paris because they would accept her "unconventional" looks. Jones roomed with fellow rookie models Jerry Hall and Jessica Lange, and had a creative partnership (and later, a child) with photographer Jean-Paul Goude. She found her voice, too, releasing three disco albums. But the model roared with 1980’s Warm Leatherette, becoming a performer and fashion muse who blurred stereotypes when we didn’t know they needed blurring. Before Janelle Monáe donned a man’s tuxedo or Rihanna painted her body or Gaga was a sexy nun, Grace was there, and there, and really there.

Revisiting Jones’s style bona fides, it’s hard not to think of today’s click-your-way-to-stardom ecosystem, where the modern day singer-actor-model-Instagram-star must attempt to be daring without looking like they’re trying. As Jones writes, that isn’t real. “I wore what I wore—or didn’t wear—and acted like I acted because it was who I was, and I was making myself into a performance.”

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