Posts from January 2017

Different Strokes

January 16, 2017

Like most people –– breast stroke is my strongest stroke. But I’ve joined the flipper-wearing fast laners recently, and so I’m doing a lot more crawl. I’m tempted to take a lesson or two to improve my stroke. When it’s something you’ve done all your life, it feels strange to take a lesson in it. One woman I swim with, moves with such strength, grace and fluidity up and down the pool that she makes her 50-odd laps of crawl look like a cinch. Maybe, I’ll ask her for a few tips. Take a look at this series of images by Maria Svarbova. They’re so striking and crisp. Don’t they make you want to dive right in?


Winter Spirit

January 13, 2017

In the spirit of winter, which we haven’t had much of, I spent this morning admiring Kari Medig‘s pictures of awesome glaciers, frigid seascapes and snow capped mountains. I felt cold just looking at them, but also invigorated and inspired by the people out there embracing the season, and all its joys and challenges. Medig’s photos of Bolivia fueled my desire to go there, and his cold water surf series reminded me that weather shouldn’t get in the way of people doing what they love.



Textile Me

January 13, 2017

If you have a fabric fetish like I do, then rock on over to Australian photographer, Martyn Thompson colour rich loft in Manhattan.  Glorious wallpapers, beautiful hand-stitched embroideries, and vibrant murals painted by Thompson’s partner, artist Dove Drury Hornbuckle make for a space that is vibrant, decadent and utterly unique. Thompson’s own textiles, wallpapers and home furnishings are scattered about the place, as are Hornbuckle’s paintings and ceramic creations. If you ever get invited over, be sure to wear face paint and flowers in your hair. You’ll fit right in with the décor.


arc de triomphe

January 11, 2017

Take a look at the eyebrows in these Marc Regas portraits –– stylized ones, skinny ones, bushy ones and barely there ones. I don’t know about you, but it’s the thick, natural brows that appeal to my eye. Once every six weeks or so, I go to see Michelle or Emily at Gee for a tidy up. “Sit down, let me pluck those three strays,” jokes Emily. She whips off more than three, but it’s not much more. Still, it’s a little luxury to have them done. These here, these are great brows. And these ones, well these are the ultimate.


Al Fresco

January 10, 2017

Some of the most beautiful frescos I have ever seen are in Florence, where I lived for a year in my late teens. My friend Zelmira rented a beautiful apartment in Palazzo Pucci on Via dei Pucci and her ceilings were covered in cherubs and clouds and palm leaves. I’ve always loved the romance and decadence of frescos or murals at home. In fact, inspired by Zelmira’s walls and Barbara Klunder‘s large Arcadian mural at Union in Toronto, I’ve thought of commissioning something similar for our living room. This room, by Johann Bergl, is magical to me.



January 10, 2017

I’ve never had a ski suit that I love. As a kid, I wore a lot of puffy, pastel-coloured one-pieces that were cinched at the waist. As a teenager, I moved to black salopettes with a baggy ski jacket, a beanie and a cigarette. By adult life, I’d given up the slopes for sun and gluvine. But if I were to hit the piste again, my dream is to look something like this. In reality, I’d opt for a jacket that throws back to my early ski days, like this retro inspired one with a pair of black ski leggings. A few runs would be enough before I’d hear the call of après ski echoing from mountain to mountain.



January 6, 2017

My mum and Iole watched Houseboat, with Cary Grant and Sophie Loren, over the holidays. I sat in for the second half, just in time to see Loren in that sensation gold lurex dress. It takes a certain amount of va va voom to pull of lurex, and Loren, of course, overflows with voooooom. I had my eye on several lurex pleated skirts over the holidays. I kept seeing them in shop windows –– Zara, Kate Spade, Gucci et. al. –– styled with a festive sweater. I resisted the urge, but I am tempted to snap up a pair of gold lamé leggings just for the fun of it. I may not have the voom, but va va, I have plenty of.




Little Black Shoe

January 5, 2017

As important as a little black dress, is a pair of little black shoes. Once in a while, the occasion may even call for them to be worn together. I have one pair of black shoes, and they’re Chanel. It’s the most perfect shape, with a tiny velvet kitten heel. I’ve had them for almost 20-years, and I’ve worn them to parties and funerals and everything in between. I’ll mostly always choose a colour for my feet, but sometimes, only my little black Chanels will do. Now, add diamante and bows to a comfortable Valentino, and you’ve got the ultimate evening flat.



January 4, 2017

I was sifting through The Selby today, and I came across the colourful home of designers, Robert Geller and Ana Lerario Geller. It’s just the sort of hodgepodge of a home that I love with stacks of books, eclectic art and lighting, richly patterned rugs and chic herringbone floors. They have two girls –– Luna and Anis –– and the children’s art and toys are scattered freely around the house. Sure, there’s some heavy styling going on, but I get the feeling that this is a fun place to live.


colour me

January 3, 2017

Most people have a colour –– or a palette, at least –– that best represents them. My friend Alison is drawn to the seafoams and aquas of the ocean, while my mother-in-law loves the ochres and rusts of Fall. I’d say my palette is abundantly red and pink. The reds –– from ruby to vermilion –– have long been with me, but the pink is somewhat more recent. And these days, I can’t get enough of it. Now, put the two colours together, and I’m in flash, clash heaven.


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