This week Amayzine.com is all about Jackie. Because we all have a continuous fascination for this regent of style and elegance. In one way or another, I find the period in which Jackie was with Aristotle Onassis the most exciting. Jackie’s sorrow, the immense wealth of the Greek shipping magnate, that poor Maria Callas (who Ari dismissed as soon as he had Jackie on board) who immediately became a huge size zero from misery and no longer wanted to share her high C’s with the world. What a time.

Jackie has said that you marry for love the first time, for money the second time, and out of friendship the third time. So it was clear what she was looking for with Onassis. Security. Safety. Peace. He could offer her and her children that because he was both madly in love with her and overflowing with Drachmas. Besides apartments in New York (on fifth, where else) and Paris, she could also take refuge in the horse farm in New Jersey or sway on the 99-meter long yacht the Christina. Or on his private island Skorpios, of course. And with considerable regularity, Jackie received a fresh bracelet. Preferably from Tiffany’s & Co. Because good things come in small packages, preferably a blue box.

Is there really NOTHING to criticize about our Jackie?

Jackie, the woman of whom there are no bad photos. The woman who tied a shawl around her head and still looked stunning. The woman who brought the turtleneck (over the pants, never tucked in) into our fashion image and made wearing sunglasses extremely chic and certainly not arrogant.

Is there really nothing to criticize about our Jackie?

Well. Okay. She smoked three packs of cigarettes a day. That may not be extremely charming. But yes, that’s how she stayed so beautifully thin.

Images from: “Happy Times” – Lee Radziwill and “JFK & Jackie” – Tim Hill