Over tea and toast at the Cafe Cluny in the West Village of Manhattan, Linda Rodin lifted her palms to her face and pulled her features taut. The gesture, one likely to be recognized by any number of Ms. Rodin’s contemporaries whose 30s are long behind them, seemed a wistful acknowledgment that the past is irretrievable.
So what.
Ms. Rodin is aiming neither to recover her youth nor to live her life according to some outmoded precept of what is age appropriate. “That just never occurred to me,” she said.
A maverick to the core, she has traveled in style spheres for more than four decades, first as a photographer’s assistant and
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