After a love affair and a highly publicized break with the politician Dominique Strauss-Kahn, Anne Sinclair had preferred to remain discreet about her private life. Previously married in 1976 to journalist Ivan Levaï (with whom she had two children, David and Élie), the former editorial director of HuffPost made rare confidences about her romance with the historian Pierre Nora to the journalists of the magazine SHE. And as in many fairy tales, it was when she no longer believed in it that she found love, the real one. “I finally savor the delights of a shared love“, she confides with serenity and appeasement.
A blue and romantic flower, she reveals that she now appreciates every detail of life like the “complicity and hugs reserved for grandmothers“, “the voluptuousness of a summer light or an unknown concerto by Haydn“, “exchanges with friends on what we never had time to say to each other“and reveals to have re-immersed herself in Chekhov’s short stories”formerly swallowed too quickly” in the past. “Life smiles even after 70 yearswomen know it, society too, which gallops far ahead of the clichés with which we are showered“, declares the former assistant director of information of TF1.
We still have life ahead of us
Having celebrated her 74th birthday on July 15, Anne Élise Schwartz (the birth name of Anne Sinclair) sees life in pink and savors each day that she sees as a new opportunity to be fulfilled and happy. “It’s over with the society that still intimates us to be young, thin, blonde, watching for homage! It is in the media that this old model continues. At over 70 years old, even if we have always refused the mirages of Botox or cosmetic surgery, we still have life ahead of us and a thousand happinessas long as we can taste them without the pangs of a poor retirement or the sorrows of illness“, she says with great optimism.
Admitting, however, to fear “disabling or degrading injury to body or mind“of age, the former host of 7 out of 7 confie, with pragmatism: “I take care of my fragile back, I go up the stairs more slowly, I have nostalgia for the years when time bent at will. I’m getting old. I accept it more or less, depending on the day, by measuring the acceleration of the hourglass.“