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"  New Year&amp;#039;s resolutions. They&amp;#039;ve never been my jam, really. I&amp;#039;m a practical girl, so when you measure all of the big dreams and lofty plans up against motivation and achievability, the big dreams seem like just that. I did keep a New Year&amp;#039;s resolution once, but it was to learn how to say &amp;quot;cheers&amp;quot; in 30 languages. And it only lasted one night. In 1999. So &amp;quot;prost&amp;quot; to all that. However, they do have a certain charm, the NYRs. The dream of a better\u2026you. The air of possibility. An almost pioneering spirit. What the hell, let&amp;#039;s go with it. First, the obvious. I could resolve to live more healthfully. It&amp;#039;s a challenging thing in this business, filled with dinners and screenings and store openings\u2014not to mention the wine and the jazz hands. But I started doing SoulCycle\u2014about two years after everyone else\u2014and if you turn down the volume of the Tony Robbins\u2013as\u2013a\u2013yogi mantras and try not to step on many of the ladies&amp;#039; Kelly bags (I live on the Upper East Side), it&amp;#039;s brutally efficient. You get in there, pedal like you&amp;#039;re escaping a fire, sweat like crazy\u2026and then you&amp;#039;re done. On with the day with the hard part over (except if it&amp;#039;s a Monday). Given that I like to exercise like it&amp;#039;s the 1950s\u2014good honest work\u2014SoulCycle works for me. I can have my wine at dinner, and pasta with my wine, and still fit in my jeans. Speaking of jeans, can I resolve to look the way Charlotte Rampling did in denim in 1969? That would be great, thanks. And seeing as I&amp;#039;m at the Paris shows as I write this, can I also resolve to be that C\u00E9line girl, striding purposefully down life&amp;#039;s runway in my minimally exotic, wildly printed dress with my African-style scarf and gleaming silver geometric necklace thrown around my neck just so? That would be super nice too. Or the Givenchy girl, languidly strolling past life&amp;#039;s destruction in her flowing liquid armor, with a beaded face mask for when she wants to keep her mystery (if I had any to start with\u2014see next year&amp;#039;s resolution). Or the Chanel girl, in her rainbow brights and witty pearl headphones. Not afraid of color, not afraid of anything. And she&amp;#039;s BFFs with Karl. Now that I look super amazing, I could resolve to be a better, kinder person. We could all do with that, eh? But I&amp;#039;m going to hope that people see something of that in me anyway. It&amp;#039;s important to me that the greater public\u2014the kids on Twitter and Instagram especially\u2014who mythologize the magazine business, see that many of us are nice people, girls who eat their dinner and girls who can laugh. I have a seven-minute-long show on the Internet, The Look, that makes that pretty obvious. And honestly, it gives me great pride that, after earning my industry stripes, I&amp;#039;ll receive a message from a young kid in the Philippines saying that fashion isn&amp;#039;t so scary after all, or I&amp;#039;ll do an interview with a 15-year-old blogger in Sacramento explaining that while our world can be Oz\u2014filled with beauty and drama and dreams\u2014we&amp;#039;re not all wicked witches. So I guess I resolve to be more me than ever (my apologies in advance). And if that fails, I&amp;#039;ll just learn to tie a scarf. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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