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.
Life
handmade tale
January 9, 2018
These vases by Cécile Deladier are so beautiful. Each one is created with a specific flower in mind –– hyacinth, narcissus, honeysuckle and hellebores. At home in Paris, Deladier works with her architect husband, Nicolas Soulier on jardin miroirs, a collection of glass-iron sculptures designed to collect water. Take a look at her work, here.
paper chase
January 6, 2018
I don’t know that I would wear these earrings, but I am intrigued by the creative process behind them. Each pair, super light and one of a kind, is made from layers and layers of paper, handpainted with gold, silver or copper and finished with several coats of waterproof varnish. The colours are rich and the shapes decadent, (there is a Renaissance feel to them) and at 18 Euro, they’re an affordable alternative to chandeliers.
sock shop
January 5, 2018
The only socks on my feet these days are Chups, but when the cold lifts, I’ll be wearing Lirika Matoshi’s beautiful stockings. Imagine ladybugs, flowers and starry nights beaded onto fishnets with exquisite precision. They’re expensive, but the work is so intricate. take a look at Matoshi’s Instagram feed –– it’s such a delight.
guess who’s coming to dinner
January 3, 2018
I hear that staying in is the new going out, and with temperatures as frío as ours, I have no problem with that. But I do love to be around people. It’s one of the reasons that I am challenged by winter –– opportunities to connect with people, even curbside, are often crushed by cold. Enter the dinner party. We rarely host, and nor do our friends. But I think it’s high time we brought back the dinner party. We need not serve soufflés or beef wellingtons. Dinner can be a bowl of pasta or a curried soup, just something warm and cozy that’s easy to make. It’s such a luxury, for me anyway, to be cooked for, and to break bread with friends in the their own homes. Likewise, I love to entertain, and although I’m not a super cook, I can rustle up a decent risotto. Besides, as a smart New York Times writer once said, “to me it has always been clear that a dinner party is about what is said, not what is eaten.” When in doubt, serve cheese, and lots of it.
Olive
January 2, 2018
In this house, we eat everything with a glug of good olive oil on it. I’m not a baker, but if I were one, olive oil would no doubt make its way into our cakes. This one here looks heavenly, and just the sort of cake I’d love to serve with Moroccan mint tea on chilly afternoons.
winter
January 2, 2018
After ten days in our small, dark basement, my Mum moved into the Four Seasons for a day for bright sunlight, silence and frette linens. We hung out for the afternoon — me reading magazines in bed, and the children splashing about at the spa. If not for this buggar of a cold, I would have come swimming, too. I rarely skip on the chance for a swim. Even the plague wouldn’t stop me from diving into this David Hockney pool.
Viva Maroc
December 30, 2017
Well, here’s a heavenly location for a party, under the shade of a big, beautiful tree, boujad rugs all over the ground. There’s a lamb stew on the way, and live music in the way of Berber, Gnawa, Hip Hop and Blues. Lanterns will be lit after dark, and guests (in colourful djellabas) will dance under the light of the silvery moon.
panettone
December 28, 2017
I remember eating panettone for breakfast, lunch and dinner in the days between Christmas and New Year. These days, I don’t eat it at all, which is a bore, but I do love the smell of fresh panettone in our kitchen. We’ve gone through two this week alone. For those of you daring enough to make your own, here’s a great recipe from top pastry chef, Matt Tinder. Buon apetito.
Breakfast at Tiffany’s
December 27, 2017
Iole and I watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s this week –– a rite of passage for mothers and daughters. Well, it was a rite of passage for this mother and her daughter. Iole loved it, thank goodness. So now that I’ve introduced her to Audrey’s most recognized film, we’ll make our way through them all. Sabrina is next, and Roman Holiday, will come after that. We’ve been humming Moon River for days and talking about our favourite outfits (the pink rhinestone Givenchy, of course).










