Host Profile:My name is Gail Linch. I am
like a flower of magnolia,
which is revealed slowly, but
imperiously, with the very
aroma that is remembered. I
am not one of those who are
afraid of numbers in the
passport. Age is not an
expiration date, but an
excerpt. Like an expensive
wine or skin of a suitcase,
rubbed with frequent travel.
And I had a lot of them. I go
in heels that could destroy if
I wanted to. My legs are long,
fit, with history. They wore
me on Milan’s boutiques,
fled from the rain in Prague,
measured the beaches of Miami
with their steps. They know
the price of every step. My
spectators do not come for
cheap adrenaline, but for what
they lack: for sophistication,
for a hint that maturity can
be more dangerous than youth.
These are men who acome for
what they cannot buy in
ordinary life: for intellect,
for the conversation, for the
very look, which says: "I know
what you want, even before you
understand it."
What turns me on :My wardrobe is a collection.
Black lace from Agent
Provocateur, a silk robe
brought from Florence,
stockings that are more
expensive than your dinner in
a restaurant. I do not posing
- I live in the frame.
My hobbies? Psychology -
because I like to disassemble
people to pieces. Art is
because I am the very work.
Interior design - because my
body is also space, and I
equip it with the same taste.
What turns me off :I am not competing with twenty
years. I am a different
category. They still learn to
wear their body, and I have
long merged with him in an
ideal dance. And if you think
that age deprives a woman of
power, then you simply did not
know people like me.
Gail Lynch does not get old.
She still becomes perfect.
Without compromises.
