If my children saw this woman they would think she was a witch. And they may well be right. There’s something fabulously dark, mystical and dramatic about her. She has an air of Karl Lagerfield. And perhaps the German accent, too. “I don’t like standard beauty –– there is no beauty without stangeness,” said Kaiser Karl.
If you’re on the hunt for easy breezy dresses for summer, you may want to have a look at Aussie designer Sarah Hardie. From simple, solid coloured wrap dresses to embroidered frocks fit for a gypsy, it’s hard to stop at just one. I like the Gemma dress (with or without a belt) and the Ibiza dress is lovely, too. And the little girl’s clothes –– blouses, rompers and dresses –– are very sweet.
I’m a huge fan of hats and headdresses and crowns of jewels and flowers –– any excuse to wear bijoux on my head. I think the crowns over at Magnetic Midnight are all sorts of wonderful. With all the fashion lovelies wearing their colourful crowns from the beach to the ball –– it seems to be the summer’s ultimate accessory. I’ll take a dozen for my dining room wall!
I found this photo taken by Dr. Bohumil Kröhn of a woman doing a one armed cartwheel (my daughter is trying to master it) and it’s too beautiful not to post. I love how how the woman’s pose is iterated in the lily. Even her classic 30s hair roll follows the line of the flower.
I talk a lot about colour here, and the combinations I enjoy. Bright orange and Schaparelli pink will forever be a favourite of mine, and I do love to see a punchy turquoise and fire engine red in the same frame. But the combination that is most familiar, the one that truly calls my name, is the mix of bougainvillea pink, white and Cycladic blue.
A few weeks ago, I talked about how fun it would be to wear a boater again. I even went to Holts to try on the dainty one I’d seen there a while back. Sadly, someone had snapped it up. If I could get my hands on this trulli shaped Rosetta Getty hat I’d feel much better about the one that got away. It belongs on the head of a caftan-ed girl walking through the streets of Puglia. Veramente chic.
I was in New York in 2006 when Christo wrapped Central Park in miles of bright orange fabric. My grandmother had an apartment on Central Park South and the view from her living room was sensational. This week, the wrap artist extraordinaire is at it again, with a huge scale floating art installation that allows people to walk across Lake Iseo on the coast of Italy. Take a look at the sketches and images on Christo’s website, and hey, if you’re in Italy over the next 16 days, head to Lake Iseo.
When I was pregnant with Iole, I ate so much pineapple that I’m turned off it for life. I do love to see them in home decor though. Gilt sconces in a hallway, a fancy salad bowl, (we snapped up one of these at a vintage shop in the east end) and a guest loo covered in big, green pineapples. And for a chance to hang out in this giant pineapple, well, I’d even drink a piña colada for that.
One of my favourite self portraits is Picasso’s self portrait during his blue period. I saw the painting years ago on a school trip to the Picasso Museum in Paris and I loved it immediately. It’s true that I gravitate towards hot colours –– red, orange and schiaparelli pink –– but I do love the cool and calm of blue. With every shade of sea and sky, this room caught my eye this morning. It’s just the place for reading and writing and imagining deep sea swims.
Inspired by a photo of post-war fashion model, Liz Pringle, I will be wearing a headscarf this summer. I have a few vintage Pucci silk scarves that belonged to my grandmother to play with, and I may even whip out the paisley bandana of my youth. That’s not to say that my usual messy knot is going anywhere, but wrapping one’s head in Pucci is just too much fun.
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