We’ve been talking a lot about fearlessness on The TIG of late – of being brave, of keeping it real. So when my friend, Benita, said I had to meet her friend, J, I found it was serendipitous that she was talking about Jason Collins.
When I launched this site several months ago, the TIG Talk feature was devised as a way to introduce you to people that you either know (think Heidi Klum) or that you definitely need to know.
I can’t begin to tell you about my girl crush on Elizabeth Hurley. Well…yes, I can, and I really really want to. So indulge me for a moment.
After working in the fashion editorial department at InStyle, Tig Style Editor Judy Meepos knows a thing or two about the powers that be at the loved and lauded book.
You have to meet her. You guys will love each other. You really have to. This was my dear friend, Celine talking to me about why I needed to meet Ms. Gabrielle Union. As with most things (all things) Celine was right.
When Serena Williams barrelled in my direction this past February at an event, nails done, hair done, everything did, I’ll be honest and say I looked behind me to see who she was running to. It was Serena Williams, after all . Serena-numberonetennisplayerintheworld-Williams.
My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music. This is the Vladimir Nabokov quote you will find on Fatima Bhutto’s Twitter page. No mention of her mastery as a poet and author, beginning with Whispers of the Desert, a book of poetry that was published when she was (ahem) 15 years old.
Ah yes. Rory McIlroy. The Rory McIlroy. Whispered (and shouted) to be the foremost golfer in the world, loved by Tiger, respected by Palmer, and dumper of frigid water onto my lone head for the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge. That Rory McIlroy.
Last year at a Golden Globe after party, I spot what can only be described as the most beautiful person I had ever seen. Yes, empirically speaking, Heidi Klum is gorgeous. But it was more than that that had me relatively spellbound.
Sometimes you meet a person and just click. You fall into an easy banter, find them equal parts inspiring and entertaining, and you feel absolutely tickled to have made a new friend. (Something that gets harder as you get older – if you were born after 1985, trust me on this).