August 10, 2018

My friend and fellow potter, Pat told me about a pottery studio based out of North Carolina called East Fork. I love the simplicity of the work — clean forms, unfussy glazes — and I could see myself snapping up several pieces. It’s run by Paul Matisse, great-grandson of the late, great Henri, and his wife, Connie and this quote really resonated with me. “Proficiency comes from repetitions,” Matisse says. “Where some potters might throw, say, 10 mugs in a ‘run’ before moving on to another form, we’ll throw 200. This style of throwing allows the potter to get into a flow, the pots coming off the wheel with ease, grace, and consistency.”

let’s polka

August 6, 2018

Yes to polka dots, yes to pleats, and yes to dramatic, dangly earrings. There’s nothing I don’t love about this outfit. I imagine this shoe, and an invitation to dance under a full moon and one hundred pink parasols.

step by step

July 13, 2018

I like a staircase with curves, sinuous lines, and soft edges. This one here is kind of wonderful, and so is this one. This staircase here is pure drama, and so is this one at the Hermes store in Miami. There is softness, warmth and romanticism that curves bring to a home. Plus. they’re so much more fun to slide down.

summer nights

June 30, 2018

Piles of humous and Mexican corn, topped with queso fresco, avocado and coriander –– yes to summer dinners. Add some pita bread, warm and blistered from the grill, and a few cold beers and it’s a feast.

just dessert

June 7, 2018

The dessert trolley was my favourite part of the meal –– more so than the Shirley Temples, and the french fries that arrived under a silver dome. Dinners out with my grandparents were always grand. Very often, I went with a crème caramel or something rich and chocolatey. I loved éclairs, too. You so rarely see the trolley anymore. Or maybe it’s the restaurants I frequent.

lip service

April 26, 2018

Some days this blog writes itself, and other days, I can barely think of two words to put together. Today is one such day. And so I give you an image of Elvis by Alfred Wertheimer for no other reason than it’s beautiful. My Mum used to play Elvis songs loud and often in the house when we were kids. Return to Sender was on regular repeat. I thought Priscilla was so beautiful, (I was a huge Dallas fan) and even though I hated bananas, (still do) I loved the idea of a peanut butter and banana sandwich.

c’est chic

March 1, 2018

Madame de Pompadour once said, “champagne is the only drink that leaves a woman still beautiful after drinking it.” Just make sure to drink your pink champagne out of a coupe. There’s something lovely about a bowl of bubbles on a dainty stem, non?



February 27, 2018

Rattan furniture reminds me of my grandparents, and cocktail hour Palm Beach style. I’m not certain they ever actually owned rattan furniture, but it paints a good picture. I like the idea of my grandmother in tennis whites and a visor, kicking back with a gin and tonic in a beautiful cane lounger. Rita Konig wrote about rattan furniture the other day –– maybe it’s making a comeback? And she posted this picture of the Royal family lounging around at Windsor castle in their cane armchairs. How divine.


February 23, 2018

Back when I was losing teeth, 50 pence was the going rate for your pearly whites. Personally, I don’t think the tooth fairy should leave more than a dollar or two. It’s magic enough that the little sprite even came. And for any child who doesn’t think she’s real, show them Rodarte’s FW18 collections. She was most certainly there.

the women wore black

January 9, 2018

It was a moment of fashion activism, but it wasn’t just about wearing black. The ones who got it right were the women who resisted plumage, cutouts and plunging décolleté. Frances McDormand in a don’t give a damn black crepe smock, Christina Hendricks in that fabulous trouser skirt hybrid, Greta Gerwig in simple, asymmetric black velvet and Zoe Kravitz in a perfectly understated column. “The fevered political rhetoric surrounding the Time’s Up injunction to wear black seemed to imply it would mean something more than solidarity of color alone,” writes Rhonda Garelick over at The Cut. “It seemed to imply a solidarity of refusal: an organized refusal by actresses — our birds of paradise — to wear their customary bright plumage. For glamorous film and television actresses to dress in black might have meant a voluntary tamping down of their star wattage in deference to the grave issues at hand. But that is not what happened. Rather than serving as a humbling or even a unifying agent, all that black fabric had simply been configured into the usual array of splashy, sexy, lavish, outrageous (and outrageously expensive) “statement” dresses — each one distinct, and clearly chosen not with collectivity in mind, not to “fly in formation,” as Holly Hunter suggested, but with the goal of showcasing the individual wearer and her assets.” Read the whole article here.

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