rosa

via Cherry Blossom Girl

This Proenza Schouler climbing-rope necklace is pretty freakin' rad.

Stone House by the Sea

Check out this incredible house in Majorca that is featured in the latest issue of 

New York Times Style Magazine.  I want to go to there.  

 

Full article and more pictures here.

Language of Flowers

 

In the Victorian ages, when it was improper to discuss your feelings through words, people became quite fluent in the language of flowers.  I love the idea that giving someone flowers is not only a sweet gesture, but can mean something incredibly specific. 

photographs by Charles Aubry 1865

But there is also such an art to flower arrangement, and after seeing the beautiful work that my dear friend Asheley does at Saipua everyday, I'm becoming obsessed.  

FYI, the flower shop's owner was recently featured in NY Times Magazine, with some lovely tips on flower arranging here.

le weekend

Apologies for not posting for a while now, but this weekend away was strictly "no-computers-allowed" - a very necessary rule for our technology-addicted household, I think.  Some dear friends of ours let us borrow their car on Friday to take through Normandie, and here are a few photographs of our lovely weekend away...

We started going Northwest from Paris, stopping in Giverny to see Monet's garden in full bloom.

The wisteria was in full bloom and fragrant here, and is all over Paris as well.  

We then made our way North to the coast of Normandie, stopping at Omaha beach to see the memorials there, where family members of mine, along with so many other soldiers landed on D-day.

We then ended our trip at Le Mont St. Michel, a tidal island that is the home of a monastery that dates back to the 11th century.

We are now back in Paris on this rainy Monday, trying to prioritize what I want to do in my last week here with Patrick before returning home to Los Angeles.  What a lovely trip it has been so far!

l'amour

Woman of the Year

Last night Patrick and I had a date-night out at the Action Cinéma in the Latin Quarter, an incredible theatre that plays old films, happily to a full crowd.  We saw the film Woman of the Year, with Katharine Hepburn portraying an erudite news columnist who falls in love with Spencer Tracy, the jockish sports writer for the same newspaper, and although she is successful in her career, she fails to successfully please her husband within the household.  

To tell you the truth, the movie was completely misogynistic, 

but enjoyable to watch nevertheless, purely for her incredible wardrobe.  In fact, in the scene of the screen-shot above, she is completely unlikeable because she resorted to adopting a refugee child from Greece, simply because she was named chairwoman of the board for the organization, 

with no plans for actually caring for the child.  

But naturally, I was distracted somewhat by her amazing silk polka-dot jumpsuit. 

 

Agyness

Beautifully shot by Tim Walker for British Vogue

then & now

Yves Saint Laurent haute couture 1978, photo by Guy Marineau

via Harper's Bazaar UK

ps. I really want a straw boater hat

Birthday Saturday + Easter Sunday

Parc des Buttes-Chaumont

Our delicious Boulangerie, Au 140

The shy Birthday boy

Ile de la Cite

Saint Chapelle

Retrospective: Madame Grés at Musée Bourdelle

Madame Grés, sculptor turned fashion designer, opened her own haute couture fashion house 

in 1942.  Her signature jersey and silk gowns were often draped like robes of Greek goddesses,

and tended to have slits that exposed skin in creative and sophisticated ways.  Her designs are

immaculate, and her exposition at the Musée Bourdelle completely blew me away.  Set amongst marble sculptures by the artist Antoine Bourdelle, these dresses were incredible, and totally inspired my decision to have my wedding gown custom-made to look like one of these...

'cause that's not expensive, right?  

j'ai arrivé

Enfin!  Arrived in Paris a few days ago now, just getting over my jetlag.

The Spring weather is perfect, however, and the rosé is helping resolve
the confusion over gaining 9 hours.  Tonight I'm taking Patrick to his birthday
dinner at the restaurant Hotel du Nord, locale of the 1938 film by the same name.

More Paris to come!