At eighteen, I was aware that such a woman existed. I had seen pictures, hair loose and swingy or clipped in a hasty chignon. And the shoes—strappy slides, with a heel. But I met her in the flesh one July afternoon at her hillside villa in Nice. She was a Persian beauty in her 40’s named Shirin, and in the summer of 1979 she was my hostess on the Cote d’Azur.
Vogue, April 2011
Several days after I ended my toxic affair with sugar, I went to see David Nathan, M.D., director of the General Clinical Research Center and the Diabetes Center at Massachusetts General Hospital and professor of medicine at Harvard Medical School. I had jettisoned what I loved most in life: refined sugar of every stripe—pastries laden with chocolate ganache, frosted doughnuts, cookies, Kraft caramels, and three-layer coconut cake.