Saturday, July 8, 2017

sous la pluie

The Couture shows take place on Paris runways this week.

Meanwhile in Manhattan subways, pastel plastic ponchos make for monsoon appropriate manteaux..

Times Square...

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Hermesmatic-able Me!

I will never be able to top the seven birthdays I celebrated in Paris, a dream that came more than true during my extended Hermes buying trips in the '90's.  Some were shared with the models from the men's fashion shows and included champagne toasts in iconic venues throughout the city; others included candles in Ile Flottante brought to our table by serenading waiters met earlier in the year while vacationing in a colleague's St Barth's home. Still others included dates along the Seine with overtures by resident Frenchmen attempting to lure innocent young careerists permanently to the City of Light.  "I will get you a job at L'Oreal, you can stay here, with me..."

London came close one year at the annual American Embassy picnic, also shared with Hermes friends and patriots, preceded by Paris and followed by a pilgrimage first to Biarritz then to Bilbao, Spain to visit the Guggenheim in its inaugural summer.  Lost luggage led to a found friend in the form of a Basque born taxi/tour driver who escorted me directly to the feet of the Jeff Koons Puppy at the museum, stopping in San Sebastian and other points of interest along the way and directing me to hop out of the car to run down narrow stone streets, have a quick look-see and run back to the car.  At one point, he pulled up to a dusty roadside truck stop to have an espresso, not the road trip companion I imagined for my European vacation but a safe ride, nonetheless...

Mexico City was magical during another chapter of retail adventures, with a visit to The Palace of Fine Arts to see the dramatic murals of Diego Rivera, followed by days of the heaviest monsoons I have ever witnessed.   While staying in Vallarta during the same trip, a 200 year old tree literally uprooted and toppled sideways during a storm while we were all sleeping in a villa once owned by Elizabeth Taylor.  The heavy smell of dirt and earth enveloped us as we woke in the pitch black night, sure there must have been an avalanche. By the light of morning, it was as if a crater had left a big hole in the courtyard patio and exposed us to the searing hot sun, as well as to the surrounding neighbors. Our hosts sat in their night clothes and literally shed tears....

There have been birthdays spent in New Jersey with my mother's famous sponge cake, strawberries and whipped cream; on sunny Hamptons beaches; with fireworks while boating off the coast of Connecticut on the Long Island Sound; and birthdays enjoyed in the cool air of Vail mountain, too;  even one with a late night surprise birthday chorus at my apartment door, led by none other than my best friend's four children.

Given I deferred the idea of traveling to London to see the Balenciaga exhibit and to Paris to see the Dior retrospective launching later this week, it became a Big Apple birthday this year.  With a nod to Paris, I welcomed the Hermesmatic update to my Early America scarf (and to me) a few weeks ago in June, in honor of 80 years of the Hermes silk carre.

Renewed, revived and dip dyed, I am celebrating my birthday and Fourth of July in signature Hermes orange style, with a touch of vintage pink... I think George and Martha would approve.









at Hermesmatic Pop Up, Meatpacking, June....
thank you to Alison Di Lorenzo and Christina May Ho for the photo magic...
blouse, now vintage Kenzo, purchased in Paris...




Saturday, July 1, 2017

small treasures

happy to see my amethyst necklace again, back from its round trip journey through California to Mexico for a delicate repair....


necklace, http://debbiedelacueva.com
beach coral, punta de mita, mexico




Wednesday, June 28, 2017

coincidence




Frank Lloyd Wright at MoMA
http://www.architecturalrecord.com/articles/12789-unpacking-the-archive-moma-exhibition-examines-150-years-of-frank-lloyd-wright

Thursday, June 22, 2017

The f Word




I caught the end of Gordon Ramsay's cooking show The f Word last night and was reminded that I had not yet written about last week's conversation at STORY on Women in Food, at which the f word got dropped a bit in a wide range of topics masterfully moderated by proprietor Rachel Schectman: 

fresh
fresh story
fashion
food
food & wine magazine
foodies
freda
jack's wife freda
front door
frustration
feminism
friends
family
fashion
film
firsts
focus
founders
fun
follow your heart

I loved co-founder Maya Jankelowitz's expression that part of the recipe behind Jack's Wife Freda's success is the dedicated daily practice of empathy, generosity and hospitality.

For her, everything starts at the front door, where a connection with the visitor must be made and a tone set for an environment in which to recognize the guest.

She learned this during her arrival to New York from Israel and initial stint as hostess at SOHO's iconic Balthazar but I have the impression that it is simply who she and Dean are as human beings.

Maya's instinctive and adept focus on the guest was beautifully exemplified at STORY.
Upon pulling up in a cab outside for pre-event set up, she noticed a few of us early bird attendees starting to wilt in the heat on the sidewalk outside (or maybe we were whining about it just a bit...)

"Do you need any help?" we asked her and her husband as they set down a large plastic thermos and several paper shopping bags on the sidewalk.

"No," she declined." Then, as she slipped through the store's front door, she turned to us.
"I will bring you a glass of lemonade once we set up, " she said.

The doors to the store opened for us a short time later and we fashionable foodies filed inside to collapse into seats, sighing in relief at the blast of cool air that greeted us.

We then noticed a small bar area and as made our way there, I overheard Maya saying to one of the store team, "There she is."

As I stepped toward the counter, she expertly navigated the crowd to hand me a glass of ice cold minted lemonade.

"Oh no," I smiled, "please don't do that."
Making eye contact and smiling back, she replied matter of factly, "You were first to arrive outside. I promised."

As a lifelong merchant who has spent a few years opposite the customer myself, my heart warmed to this genuine gesture and laser sharp focus on the art of intuitive hospitality.

The lemonade was as magical as the moment Maya created for me.
The recipe below was perfectly printed on STORY's vibrant mural wall: 






When Maya signed my cookbook following the talk, she asked me if I had been to the restaurant.

"Yes," I replied, "I have visited them both, once with a friend from Vienna who loved the cafe ambiance." I promptly named the lavender waffles as a breakfast I had tried and loved.

Of course, this delicate dish, included in the new cookbook, is officially called Rose Water Waffles and has nothing to do with lavender.  It is inspired by the floral distilled water preparation used in the Middle Eastern pastries Maya knew growing up. 

I attribute my flub to the high heat and to my small shopping frenzy involving the purchase of the cookbook and happy discovery of the restaurant's signature striped t-shirts offered for sale by STORY (more fab than Comme des Garcons, I exclaimed to Maya), and the complimentary issue of Food & Wine presented to us by powerhouse Editor in Chief Nilou Motamed and finally, to my being slightly starstruck by evening's f-antastic end...

Apologies to Chef Julia!  





Jack's Wife Freda cookbook, Food & Wine Magazine...

www.thisisstory.com 
http://jackswifefreda.com
(event photos are mine, STORY mural by Claudia Pearson)

Sunday, June 18, 2017

boy meets girl



Dear Dad,

I am so glad things did not work out with that Smith or Holyoke girl you dated before meeting our Mary through Christy and John Rinehart in the spring of '57!

Happy Father's Day! Thank you for your grace, elegance, intelligence, humor, style and hard work!

Sunday allowance was always something I loved about you, too....

xx




Bob meets Mary, Georgetown, 1957

Saturday, June 17, 2017

calm, cool, collected


One of the season's highlights in class with design historian and tastemaker Daniella Ohad was our visit to the SOHO Studio of Miami born, New York based, artist and author Michele Oka Doner.

If you have traveled through the American Airlines terminal in Miami, you will be familiar with her large scale mosaic work A Walk on the Beach, or you may know Radiant Site in New York's own Herald Square or Celestial Objects at the Museum of Natural History.  

Perhaps you know of her recently published Intuitive Alphabet, or of her collaboration with Steuben Glass, or her furniture, sculpture or jewelry designs.  Her body of work is seamless and all encompassing.

A former educator and firm believer in embracing one's inherited knowledge and place in the universe, Michele spent time with us generously sharing the story of her life's journey to date. She invited us to explore her studio and library, explaining that from the beginning, she has made it her mission to craft her life, ceremoniously, making the things that she needed with the materials around her.  As it happened, she found that others wanted what she made, for enjoyment or for use in their own lives.... 

Raised at the beach, Michele possesses an innate reverence for the natural world and its primal wonders.  As a young student of design and art history in Michigan, she was influenced by Saarinen, Bauhaus and Cranbrook and acknowledged the "tools from masterful people," that helped her to discover a vocabulary and language with which she was comfortable and which defined her own way of life. 

In the light filled studio where she has resided since the early 1980's, work and life are integrated in a plan that she pointed out is not a grid but a series of circles and zones, "an open footprint" as she called it, like a piazza, in which space is differentiated by use, a space in which you are free to flow.

"Proceed as way opens," Michele quoted a Quaker saying at one point in the intimate narrative of her travels to other cultures and respect for her New York life, encouraging all of us to focus on and to foster a spirit of gratitude toward our surroundings and the possibilities revealed to us along our own paths.

Daniella's blog captures the essence of this magical studio visit and places it in the fuller context of New York and global design. I happily refer you to the link as it also exemplifies the passion, curiosity and sense of discovery she tirelessly shares throughout her program: http://www.daniellaondesign.com/blog/visiting-michele-oka-doner

Here's to a summer of infinite wonder! 
















SOHO studio of Michele Oka Doner
www.micheleokadoner.com
www.daniellaondesign.com

(photos deborah bush)