One of only two people that ever would or could (and has) made me the slightest bit star struck is David Bowie. I grew up in a house where my mom had a poster of him hung in her home office and his music played in our house regularly – during the day, while my dad was at work. Made sense that I’d either love him or hated him when given the choice and I went the former.
The first of several times I met his wife Iman I thought, “Wow, this woman is so lucky to be married to the legend that is David Bowie.” It only took a couple of minutes in her presence for me to change my opinion to, “Wow, David Bowie is so fortunate to be married to such a magnificent woman!” Iman is one of the most brilliant, elegant and radiant women I have ever had the privilege of meeting and speaking to. When I asked her the key to getting done all that she does she told me, “I get massages, often.”
Ever since I’ve started adopting her massage policy, aiming for twice a month when I can – and I must say, getting a massage is one of the finer things in life. Since we live in days when even I’m guilty of bringing my blackberry to the gym, and looking at it between laps on the treadmill, in the one place that used to be my sanctuary away from it, massages have become one last true escape.
PS: Kind of surprised the Dec. Vogue stooped to taking a comment Jennifer Aniston made about Angelina Jolie out of context and using it as a cover line to sell magazines. I thought Vogue was classier, like OK! 😉 xoxo