This week, Amayzine.com is dedicated to Jackie. We have a continual fascination for this regent of style and elegance. Somehow, I find the period in which Jackie dated Aristoteles Onassis to be the most exciting. Jackie’s sadness, the unbelievable wealth of the Greek shipping magnate, that poor Maria Callas (who dumped Arie as soon as he took Jackie on board) whose misery turned her into a size zero and who refused to share her high Cs with the rest of the world, anymore. What a period.

Jackie said that the first time: you marry out of love, the second time out of money and the third time out of friendship. It’s obvious what she looked for in Onassis. Security. Saftey. Tranquility. Which was exactly what he could offer her and her kids because he was madly in love with her and drowned in Drachmes. Aside from apartments in New York (on fifth, where else) and Paris, she could also retire at their horse farm in New Jersey or stroll on her 99 metre yacht, the Christina. Or his private island Skorpios, of course. And quite regularly, Jackie received new bracelets. Preferably, Tiffany’s & Co. Because all good things come in small packages, preferably a blue box.

Is she PERFECT?

Jackie, the woman with only flattering pictures, the woman who tied a shawl around her head and still looked beautiful, the woman who wore a turtleneck (over, not tucked in her trousers) and put it on our fashion maps, and who managed to turn sunglasses into something chic rather than arrogant. Is she perfect?

Well. Okay. She smoked three packs a day. That might not be extremely charming, but, oh well, it helped her maintain her lovely thin waist.

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