Baby’s breath is a flower with a bad rap, mostly because it keeps such close company with red roses. On its own though, as a delicate bridal bouquet or planted in terracotta pots, it can be quite lovely. At a wedding we went to on Porto Heli a couple of weeks ago, the couple stood under a custom boxwood altar covered in tiny buds of baby’s breath. It was really quite stunning. It helped that the bride –– 6-feet tall in Elie Saab –– was such a beauty.
I’m a huge fan of Margherita Missoni –– the style, spirit and down-to-earth attitude. Her style is a mix of glamour and humour punctuated by pops of high wattage colour and print (of course). Her wedding dress is one of my all-time favourites. It was so romantic and decadent. This video is pretty cute. Her joie de vivre and cheeky sense of humour accent every word.
If there was an outdoor pool in walking distance of our home, I’d be in it all the time. Salt water, and I’d move in. Instead, I’ll have to settle for Luma’s plastic kiddie pool. One day, we may put a pool in the back garden. Laps in the summer, and dancing on ice in the winter. Yes, this one here will do nicely.
Last week, near a pebble beach on the island of Tzia, my family sat under the shade of pale green tarp to have lunch. “In any other setting, this would be a weathered, old tarp,” I said to my Mum who was travelling with us.. “Here, it looks like an artful canopy.” I felt the same way about the rusty old olive oil tins packed with fresh herbs surrounding the taverna. And the chipped terracotta pots stuffed full of geraniums on the beach nearby. The white walls and lapis blue shutters on s small stone house up the dirt road from the taverna were decreppid, but in this setting, the house was charming and romantic. Between relentless winds, rain and the intense heat and light of the sun, island homes and everything in and around them, are at the mercy of the elements. But it’s that natural decay that makes them so beautiful.
With the button on my trousers landing bang on my belly button, I’m now much more inclined to buy a crop top or two. These ones created by artist and illustrator Isa Beniston are such fun. I adore the bright colours and playful style of her drawings. I’d wear mine over a pair of light wash jeans, or over a long, billowy skirt in apple green.
For a family that shares a bathroom, two sinks can save the day in the morning. This one here is pretty stunning. The brass hardware, geometric tiles, handsome wall sconces –– I like it all. Of course, the image does leave me wondering, where do they stash the toothpaste?
These pink bubble lamps just installed at the Louvre’s Café Mollien in Paris look like vintage dryers –– only more glamorous. I like the combination of the brushed gold with the rosé pink glass. The 4.5-meter high lamps are designed by Mathieu Lehanneur. No doubt Mona Lisa approves.
I got a pedicure today from a woman wearing enough hairspray to set 1990. She was Joan Cusack (Working Girl) meets Julia Roberts (Mystic Pizza). I can’t remember the last time I wore hairspray — but I do love the smell of Elnett. It reminds me of my grandmother who carried a small bottle of it everywhere she went. As a child, hairspray signified glamour and lux to me, and I fantisized about smoking skinny cigarettes with rollers in my hair. Just for kicks, I may buy a bottle, backcomb my mop and see what the neighbours say.
I’m into oversized men’s shirts — white ones and blue ones made from the lightest, loveliest cotton. A playful hint of black lace that peeps through a pinstripe is as sexy as it gets. Sofia Coppola, who is always so chic and demure, wears Charvet shirts. I’ll raid my dad’s wardrobe. I bet he’s got some 30-year-old gems that’ll look just fine on my back.
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