A Legend In My Own Mind

     Once upon a time, in the faraway land of Northeast Ohio, lived a young girl who spent all of her free hours (those without young boys on her mind, that is) within the magical world of fashion magazines. 
     Everyone was beautiful, and carefree, and rich. The women between the covers looked so elegant hailing a cab,  nibbling escargot, and choosing a tampon. Carol Alt, Esme Marshall, and Kim Alexis were her goddesses.
     “Why, in this world”, the young girl thought, “are the real people”- her people, and they were want to fill out the dance card of New York, so, of course, she wanted to be their boss.
     Time went on. Seasons and fashions changed. She remained on top of it all- knowing the latest celeb gossip, who’s spring collection would be a standout, understanding the reasoning behind the off-the-chart sales of jeans with a ‘Swan’ on your ass (Thank you, Gloria Vanderbilt. You were a branding genius).
     The girl grew into young womanhood, and did what every confident young woman does- she followed her boyfriend to his Midwestern college. 
     She found herself afloat in a sea of dull, with a boyfriend who’s greatest ambition was to shoot beers and fistbump his bro’s, and entrenched as a Graphic Design major, within an Art Department that was as heterophobic and misogynistic as a world run by angry gay self-righteous men who hate their mother’s can be. That’s right. I’ve said it.
     No soup for me.
     One day, after having her professional portfolio, yet again, rejected by the Board of I-Hate-You- Because-You-Are-Threat-With-Tits-And-We-Only-Support-Pretty-Boys-Who-Attend-Our-Pool-Parties council, she happened upon a poster in the lobby of the student center- but not just any poster- a magic poster.
     It read… Wanted: Cheryl from NE Ohio who has followed boring boyfriend to college she shouldn’t have attended and know the difference between Gucci and gnocchi, wears righteous Frye boots with fishnet stockings, and can successfully argue the benefits of the staying power of a Lancome Super Rich & Fab mascara to the ever inferior Maybelline Wonder Lash, just show us your fashion-forward portfolio and come join us at Mademoiselle Magazine!
     Portfolio ready to ship Sergent.
     And Viola! 
     Flash forward: One of my responsibilities as an associate Fashion Editor at this glorious New York gig was to gage the advertising content of competing glossies (Vogue, Cosmo, Harper’s Bazaar) in an attempt to get a feel for what the women in America were going to be drawn to- because, believe me, New York decides what you will be buying before even you know what you’ll be buying.
     One day, while attending a Fur Fashion show (I don’t remember which one), I was sitting next to an elegant woman who turned to me and asked,”What do you think?”
     I replied,” They look like last years”. Pretty confident don’t ya think? Oh yea.
     Well, that lady turned out to be Dawn Mello, VP of Fashion for Bergdoff Goodman, and she laughed out loud- then went and told my boss that she had hired a real pistol. Cha-ching.
     I began attending all sorts of furrier’s fashion shows, but my favorite was Blackglama- their print ad’s were all smooth black & white layouts, in a world of color, almost no copy with the most famous people in the world modeling their choice, in exchange for the fur they wore. Genius!
     I bought the book What Becomes A Legend Most? The Blackglama Story by Peter Rogers (1979, Simon & Schuster), the next day- literally, and I’ve been hanging on to it my whole life.
     Hanging on. 
     To it.
     Until last Saturday night, when I handed it to Mr. Peter Rogers, in person, and batted my eyes for an autograph.
     He signed it, “With Love from one Legend to Another”…

Oh Yea.
Blackglama Gala
at the
Ogden Museum of Southern Art
925 Camp St.
New Orleans

Yours Truly with
the man behind the famous Advertising Campaign,
Peter Rodgers
discussing the addition of my photograph to his next edition.

Peter Rogers’ original print of the infamous
‘Omitted due to permission denied’
photograph because
Rudolph Nureyev
was the biggest prima donna between the three.

A young
Dame Maggie Smith
before she was appointed-
but she’s still a great Dame!

Peter Rogers has donated his personal and original photographs
of the his famous advertising campaign to
the Ogden,
as he is a southern boy, from Mississippi, at heart.
What a show!


  • Sue - Wow Cheryl! I am once again dazzled by your working history and current abilities at writing and getting famous autographs. I am was a Swan wearing ass, Lancome Super Rich & Fab mascara fan too, so thanks for the trip down fashion and makeup memory lane.ReplyCancel

  • Cheryl Nicholl - Such a great comment. You’ve made my day. HahahahahahReplyCancel

  • Stephanie Sprenger - You are SO fabulous! Fantastic photos, too! I laughed out loud at “No soup for me.” 😀ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl Nicholl - As my dear friend Gloria Steinem used to say, ‘ We are FABU together!’ (actually i never met her but I know she would have said that).ReplyCancel

  • Cyndi Calhoun - Whoa. What a story you have! What amazing credentials and a keen eye! Impressive. Glad to know you through the Bloppys and your kind comments about my doggie. Thank you so much. <3ReplyCancel

Your email is never published or shared. Required fields are marked *



CommentLuv badge

B l o g s   I   L o v e