I’ll bet he does yoga…..
In the summer when the temperature reaches 90 degrees plus, New York City comes into its own.. as a place of unbearable, unremitting humidity, delicious insanity and occasionally and somewhat incongruously, a haven of pastoral serenity…..
Fishing and Mac’n’cheese in Central Park…
abandoned easel and paints….
Melting Statue of Liberty….
Even the all time greats sometimes can’t make it here… Le Caprice RIP..
Barneys new vast shoe emporium…very cool in more ways than one..
Macaron stop at airconditioned Laduree.… on Madison
is 45rpm the coolest store in Manhattan/on the planet…? I think it might be…..
JD Salinger‘s The Catcher In The Rye...on sale at The Strand bookshop on 5th at 61st, the book with the chilliest Central Park references….remember how Holden‘s hair begins to freeze at the duck pond?
If you didn’t know, you wouldn’t know this was Central Park – right?-
To find this tiny and very beautiful lake take the entrance at around 60th and Central Park South and head west along the bottom of the park…..
It took the death of Nora Ephron one of my heroes to get me out of my sick bed. Nora was the Dorothy Parker of our age – a writer so funny and succinct that you were at once amused and infuriated that you hadn’t thought of (and written) it yourself. I never knew Nora, but I felt like I did. We sat on the next table to each other countless times in Manhattan (The Monkey Bar was a favourite). I admired her hair and her overall look whilst she inevitably met (and shrieked with laughter with) someone famous. To look at Nora was to know that there was not only life after fifty, but great sex and the opportunity to say and write what you liked – I don’t think being under fifty stopped her either btw.
Most people know Ephron for her film work – screenplay writing and or directing: All The Presidents Men, Heartburn, Silkwood, When Harry Met Sally, Sleepless in Seattle, Julie and Julia were all hers in one way or another. Her book ‘I feel bad about my neck‘ which chronicled her reaction to the aging process and her decision to have a little ‘work’, became a best seller and a guide to living well and laughing for women of my generation and beyond. The New York Times has a great obit(if there can be such a thing). It ends with a list of things Nora said she would miss: ‘Baths, coming over the bridge to Manhattan and Pie’. If you haven’t read Nora Ephron then you haven’t lived.
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There’s iconic, there’s impressive and then there’s just plain enjoyable… sometimes the three things go together…this week is a case in point..
My friend Sahar’s mum was obviously incredibly chic – this is her bag. She died a while ago, but clearly her style lives on, with her daughter….wow…I’ve never seen a chicer clutch..
Lunch at one of my favourite places… Claridges..
Have you ‘Mr Portered‘ yet? Great site, clever editorial content and peerless product for men ( I buy for myself too). Bought the book The Allure of Women as a birthday gift….
sometimes, roses look best just before they ‘go’….
love my sister’s Easter cakes…. very old school ‘buns’……
I wrote about Lucian Freud‘s relationship with fashion in my column in The Wall St Journal today (hey, not everyone who sat for him wore nothing). Check out the piece here: Freud’s keen eye for fashion I loved the opportunity of talking with all of these fascinating people and Sarah Howgate at the NPG was so knowledgeable. I adore the portrait Freud did of the amazing Jeremy King- restaurant impresario.