Not sure all of you will be able to read it unless you have a subscription… but still, just know that if this your idea of heaven……..
………you are not alone.
Wear black tomorrow – here’s why…..
And, just in case you have any last minute gifts to buy…..here are my last words on the subject See below for my favourite panic purchase..
HAPPY CHRISTMAS AND NAMASTE..XXX
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..
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…..
Backblogs occur all the time – by this I mean you get so bogged down with other stuff that you just can’t, don’t or won’t blog and then as time passes you grow resistant to putting fingers to keyboard – wondering if it really matters, and really, who the heck cares in any case…. Well that’s my excuse- but also check out two of my all time fave bloggers: Justine Picardie
for much better reasons to not be blogging – a wedding (hurrah) and some challenging life issues. OK, so both these bloggers are peers of mine and I admire them greatly, but even if I didn’t I’d be urging you to check them out – they both write with such humour, grace and dignity.
So, in an effort to end the backblog of my own pathetic blogging record – – here’s a quick rundown of what I’ve been up to in the last few weeks:
Location: Long Island, here are some snaps:
Stylish small person at Heathrow
The best bikini store? Malia Mills Southampton NYC
I like her approach to swimwear – she embraces all sizes, makes great stuff that as a friend of mine puts it ‘doesn’t move when you and your breasts jump into the pool’ – great colours and fabrics too
This is how she merchandises and displays: cool -no?
Free Candy at C- Wonder Chris Burch’s new store (AKA the ex- Mr Tory Burch). Now we’re talking…
You don’t have to be a Euro to eat icecream at Sant Ambroeus but it helps. And you must be dressed properly to do so….
And on that note… only in The Hamptons would a child’s doodles be the above… -pretty good twin C Chanel logo though…
Pimped Vespa at C-Wonder
I hate football (soccer) but I love my son… which is why I let him persuade me to take him to a Chelsea v Paris St Germain game at Yankee Stadium, which is a beautiful stadium….
Totally different atmosphere to the UK….lots of well behaved fans and not a C word to be heard. And I don’t mean Chanel……
Before I blog off, a word about the Olympics coverage from here. I LIKE IT! OK so before they lifted their paywall you couldn’t stream live events via the NBC website, but now you can…
and frankly there’s nothing better than going for a swim, sitting down in the shade with an Iced Tea and chanting ‘USA, USA!’ followed swiftly by ‘Come on GB!’ -( for those of us conflicted by dual nationality)..
namaste and thanks for having me back….xx
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.
first have a drink with one of the wisest (and nicest) men in London, Jeremy King, at one of his establishments (The Wolsley). He can be counted on to offer sage advice and the odd hilarious tale… see below, thanks to Mr Freud…
then, driving past a certain store the motto of which has been corrupted as ‘never knowingly overstaffed’, screech to a halt, damn near outside the front door, in the blinding realisation that everyone else in London will be out at dinner and this is thus, the perfect time to shop…..
recognise that though this is an ideal shopping moment (because the store is empty) I am: a) questionably dressed for such an endeavour and b) engaging in the sort of weird displacement therapy that gets ‘separated’ or ‘divorced’ women a bad name.. in any case am enjoying myself far too much to leave…
now which other store in London would sell bunnies and vacuum cleaners?
Emerge from basement with a collection ticket for a new Dyson…
oh dear headed for customer collections…welcome to hell…
or not because this nice lady does a ‘bang up’ job of making the Big D carryable..
you can’t beat John Lewis, Cavendish Square… well you can…because i went on to..
check out my friend Lisa’s new Marni purchases.. whilst drinking Vodka and slimline tonic (her not me)…
The perfect night out x
A long dinner with VGFs.. broad ranging discussions – first up: Marni for H&M (I say no and they say yes absolutely they’re going to the store tomorrow… we all should…)
And I’m thinking.. if everyone ‘get’s’ Marni all of a sudden then doesn’t that mean the women who used to ‘get it’ (because only a few people got it) will no longer want it?
then again.. it does look pretty good…
and, well maybe it’s worth a look….?
then we moved onto the concept of ‘courtly love’, which as ye all knowe derives from the French Amour Courtois – a code of behaviour for knights and their ladies during the middle ages.
Chaucer‘s Knight’s Tale (The first in the Canterbury) made much of this ritual which was as far as I can see an excuse for married women to flirt wildly with other handsome men at court and vice versa. No shagging allowed (though the code was violated regularly pun intended). The most famous example being Sir Lancelot and Guinevere…
Should there be a new Amour Courtois for the 21st century we wondered, only this time shouldn’t it be applicable to those of us who are separated and or divorced and beginning relationships again?
We liked some of the initial edicts (paraphrased)….
boys cannot love fully until they reach manhood – good luck with that one
a true lover does not desire to embrace anyone else but his beloved – well, ok then, but does being drunk constitute a good enough excuse?
a new love puts flight to an old one -lets hope so
herewith a couple of new rules of courtly love for 2012 gathered from the group.. (post pizza)
Thou shalt not speed date, speed eat or speed anything else….
Easy on the flirting. We know it’s results driven.
Bring your own TV remote.
Thou shalt not mention the make of one’s car, one’s suit or the attributes of one’s former partner unless specifically asked…(never happening)
and lets not forget what’s at stake…..