I love a dress with a demure front, and an unexpectedly punchy back. Such dresses leave people perplexed, intrigued, wanting as you walk away. The contradiction amuses me. Fairytale meets femme fatale. I’m crazy about the back of this Edda dress. It’s flirty and feminine and shows just enough back while still echoing the demureness of the dress’ front. Plus, all the fabric on the popo is just too divine.
March 23, 2017
March 22, 2017
My mum said nothing about the thick black eye makeup and bleach blond streaks. She said nothing about the chipped Rouge Noir nails and laddered tights. She said nothing when I shaved the underside of my head. But she did insist I never mess with my eyebrows. Barring a short phase of highly stylized brows, I listened. Now, I’m back to where I started with thick, natural brows that I pay very little attention to. Had she badgered me about all the other stuff, I may well have gone rogue with my brows, and who knows what else. A battle well chosen, Mama.
March 21, 2017
February 24, 2017
Regular readers know how much thought I give to my dream guest loo. Ditch the tub, and this is just the sort of dizzyingly fun experience I think a visit to the loo should be. With its gorgeous Moroccan tiles and antique fringed hand towels, this is also a gem. And although I’m not usually one for animal print, this subtle take on dalmatian is dynamite.
February 23, 2017
The only think I like about cats are their eyes. No one does the cat eye like Sophia Loren. Here’s a good little tutorial on how to achieve ones like hers. I kind of love these supersized cat flicks and these ones, too. Also, if I did like cats, I’d have a Russian Blue, and her name would be Begonia.
February 22, 2017
Here’s a question –– which of Bijou Karman’s painted girls would you most want as your friend? With her sweet bob and fuchsia rosette, this one tops my list. She reminds me of Margot Tenenbaum. I’d hazard that she doesn’t talk much, but has a lot to say. And that she’s brilliantly funny, in a dry, sardonic way. I’d also like to be friends with this bicorne-wearing gal. She looks serious, but I bet she’s hilarious. I also know who I wouldn’t want to be friends with — but that’s not kind to say.
February 21, 2017
Mustard is a favourite colour of mine. I have a wonderful oversized cardigan, and a pair of Ferragamo Varina’s, both in mustard, that I love. It’s not the prettiest colour on the palette, or as cheerful as other yellows like marigold, but it is regal. Princess moments ask for a Louis XV style sofa in mustard velvet with gold trim, don’t you agree?
February 21, 2017
I took my daughter to see Hidden Figures, the Theodore Melfi film about a team of African-American women mathematicians at NASA, today. I spent as much time looking at Iole’s face as I did the screen. Her shock at how Katherine G. Johnson –– a genius mathematician who calculated flight trajectories for Project Mercury and other missions –– was forced to run half a mile in heels every day to get to the colored bathroom. Her delight (with tears) as Katherine’s boyfriend proposed marriage. Her awe as the space ships successfully rocketed into the sky. We had front row seats, which was unpleasant, (they really should charge less for those!) but I loved every minute of it.
February 17, 2017
I wonder if a cook’s kitchen would get me to cook? I roast the odd parsnip, sauté spinach and stir a risotto, but for the most part, I’m utterly unimaginative in the kitchen. Now, give me a kitchen like this one, and watch the marjoram fly. Hell, I may even bake my own bread and churn my own butter.
February 16, 2017
Claire Basler‘s world is one that I would love to step into. The French floral artist lives and works in an old schoolhouse in Les Ormes, near Paris and spends her days immersed in beautiful flowers. She creates massive arrangements all over the house, and then photographs and paints them in her sun-drenched studio. Her home, Château de Beauvoir has been featured in many magazines, and is a work of art in itself.