Posts from November 2017

Mighty Aphrodite

November 22, 2017

If a Greek goddess, say Artemis or Aphrodite, went to the Oscars, this is what she’d wear.  Lauren Hutton (at the Academy Awards in 1975)  in this rainbow goddess style Halston dress is pretty damn dreamy. The fur stole adds a wham of glamour. Not that this goddess ever needed it.

a pair

November 20, 2017

I came across these beautiful Claude Lalanne “Ginko” chairs today, and pictured how lovely they’d look at my dining room table. Claude and her husband François-Xavier collaborated on many creative projects. Where his work was large in scale –– birds, monkeys and bears –– her focus was on smaller, more intricate pieces inspired by nature. Now 93 (her husband died in 2008) the artist still works at her atelier on the outskirts of Fontainebleau. It’s her electroplated jewellery that I’m most enamoured with — gold or copper bracelets in the shape of lips, a huge sunflower for a necklace, and heaps of red currants or dragon flies dangling from the ear. They’re whimsical, surreal and utterly unique.

Textile me

November 17, 2017

Here’s my idea of winter whites. I love this look from Brooklyn based knitwear designer, Lauren Manoogian. It’s very Audrey Hepburn, no? Sustainable, minimal and ethically produced, Manoognian’s pieces blend effortlessly into any wardrobe. The capote coat is kind of perfect for layering, as is the gorgeously chunky beuys cardigan. My winter wish list just got longer.

busted

November 16, 2017

Breathing life into dozens of bronze busts around Belgium, Geoffroy Mottart’s floral installations are a wonderful splash of colour and humour in the city. The artist has fashioned beards of carnations, fresias and daises, and fancy hairdos of hydrangeas, spray roses and orchids  for historical greats such as Victor Rousseau and Leopold II. Have a look — you’ll want one for your own noggin.

Fleurs

November 16, 2017

I know it’s just a vase a flowers, but what a difference it makes to the room. Flowers breath life and colour into a space –– and as we move into winter, I urge you all to buy them in abundance. I stuck little pink flowers in Acqua Panna bottles today, and my friend Jessica brought me an orchid, and my home instantly felt happier. Skip the gerbera daisies and tulips, and go for a single, full bodied hydrangea or a big bunch of bright orange chilli peppers.

plume

November 15, 2017

Is it too soon to fantasize about a feathery headpiece for summer? At a glance, this one from Gucci SS 18 looked like a fabulous retro swimming cap. And then I realized it was all feathers and mesh. It’s a lot to pull off, I know. But in the right mood, I think I could do it, without looking too much like Carmen Miranda meets Big Bird.

bermuda

November 13, 2017

I learned to swim in Bermuda, and I learned to ride a bike there. Many of my best childhood memories take place on the island. Bold encounters with Coral Beach waves; dodging crabs on my way home from the beach; ice cream sandwiches and maraschino cherries for tea; chicken à la king at my grandparent’s table. To go back there is always a walk down memory lane. Last week, I walked along the road that ran alongside my grandparent’s old cottage, where I learned to ride my white two-wheeler, and where I walked home everyday salty and sandy from the beach. It felt longer than I remember. So much felt different, in fact. My grandparent’s salmon pink house appeared less sunny and polished, and there were no land crabs scuttling in and out of the grass. The tropical foliage was wildly overgrown, and a trampoline stood where banana trees used to grow. That’s the thing about going back to places idealized by childhood –– they never feel the same. Places change, as do we. But Bermuda will always be a place I hold dear. Its where I learned to swim, where I learned to ride a bike, and where I turned 40, with the tree frogs all singing a familiar tune.

Room service

November 11, 2017

Frette sheets, a fireplace and enough room to dance the tango –– yes, this is my kind of hotel room. Well, I’m assuming this is a hotel room. Where else do you see tea for two and fresh Delphiniums sitting at a writer’s desk? I’m guessing we’re in India, Jaipur maybe. If anyone finds out, let me know. I’ll buy us the airline tickets.

Pleats, please

November 11, 2017

Oh yes, to pants with pleats that button up around your belly button! These trousers are kind of perfect, comfortable and sexy and perfect with flats and a simple white tee.

bathtime

November 9, 2017

I haven’t had a bath in years. I do wash, just not in tubs. But if I were the bathing type, I’d be in this claw footed lovely as fast as you can say soap. This Japanese soaking tub looks quite heavenly, and I love the starkness of this one. I’d be rather happy splashing away in this gorgeous tub, too. All this tub talk is making want to have a bath. Be a doll, and pass the bubbles, won’t you.

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