Tuesday, May 31, 2011

For Bebe


Bebe recently requested some Paris spring shots, so I visited the gardens at the Musée Albert Kahn, and while these photos are somewhat overexposed (shame on me for playing too much with the camera settings and not changing them back) and pixellated (shame on you, Blogger), you can at least get an idea of the lovely setting.







Sunday, May 29, 2011

three impossible discoveries

I am in love with 3 new (to me) things. 


1. Portlandia


What can I say? Hilarious? Fred Armisen is great and Carrie Brownstein is my new best friend. 





2. Jalapeño Cheetos


I can thank my 12 year old cousin for introducing me to this junk food heaven. I will not, however, be enjoying it with orange Faygo as he does (I'll stick to my diet coke). 





Just my new true love is all. 

Friday, May 27, 2011

Twist and shout.


One of my all-time favourite films, that never fails to bring a smile to my face. It's a bank holiday weekend, so let's make it a Ferris-Bueller-weekend of possibilities!



The Mitford Sisters

Lately I've been working my way through Mary S. Lovell's The Mitford Girls (I think it's called The Sisters: The Saga of the Mitford Family in the U.S.). Nancy Mitford has long been one of my favorite novelists, and I've always known that she had a fascinating family life, although it was not until this book that I realized quite how fascinating.

There were six Mitford sisters:

Pam


Diana


Nancy


Unity


Jessica (Decca)


Deborah (Debo)


and one Mitford brother, Tom

They were related to Winston Churchill, close friends with Evelyn Waugh and other well-known Bright Young People, and all but Pam (and perhaps Tom, a fascist supporter who died in WWII in Burma) went on to lead notorious lives.

Unity was a devout fascist and close friends with Hitler, Goebbels, and other high-ranking Nazi officials. It was assumed by some tabloids that she was Hitler's mistress, and even now, there have been conspiracy theorists who claim that she was the mother of a child with Hitler (such claims are not very well supported).

When war between England and Germany broke out, Unity could not bear that her allegiances were so split, and she attempted to commit suicide. The bullet lodged in her brain, causing great mental damage, but she did not die, and she returned to England, where she lived for several more years with her mother Sydney until she died from an infection of the wound.


Her sister Diana was a renowned beauty in England, and her striking looks later led Hitler to call her "the perfect Aryan."

Diana was also a devout fascist, and after divorcing her first husband in ignominy, she became the mistress of the head of the British Fascist Union, Oswald Mosley. They were later married in secret in the living room of Joseph Goebbels. During the war, the Mosleys were both imprisoned in England but were never tried, and Winston Churchill finally arranged for his niece and her husband to be released, an action that resulted in a mass demonstration of 40,000 people.

Decca ran away with her cousin Esmond, whom she married on the lam in order to get a Spanish visa to enter the country to help support the anti-fascist cause in the Civil War. They later moved to America, where they began a bar and spent a great deal of time with the Kennedy family.

Esmond returned to England to fight during the war, and was killed. Decca blamed her sister Diana, along with all other fascists, and she became an avid supporter of the Communist party in the U.S.

Nancy, in comparison with her political sisters, almost seems like the "boring" sister, but she was the one in closest contact with Evelyn Waugh and other Oxfordian literati. She astonished her parents by cutting her hair short without permission, wearing pants instead of dresses, and just generally being a witty badass.

After years in an unhappy marriage, she moved to Paris to be near her lover, Gaston Palewski, who was second-in-command to de Gaulle at the time. She lived in Paris for the rest of her life and became a highly successful novelist.

(Nancy photographed by Cecil Beaton.)

I've not yet reached the main sections on Debo, but I do know that she became the Duchess of Devonshire at some point. She is still alive and spends a great deal of time in Paris.


There are a number of amazing details about these sisters (for instance, Pam was on the second trans-Atlantic commercial flight), and the list of their acquaintances is astounding. They all had a way for words, and several of them are published authors (Jessica, Debo, and Nancy primarily). They were all clever and beautiful, and you just couldn't make this stuff up.

While Lovell's book is quite long, it's really addictive reading. Highly recommended if you're looking for a solid biography about some really amazing women. Even if one does not agree with the politics of several of the sisters, their lives make for a fascinating historical account.

take me there



“The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea.”

--Isak Dinesen

Thursday, May 26, 2011

sartorial salute.

Lately I've been enjoying simple sartorial pleasures.
Basic, classic and elegant. Here are some ladies and gents who style I appreciate...


Sophia Coppola, I salute you. Monochrome with a dash of pearls and a nonchalant air.

Worn by French sailors and popularised by Coco, the breton top
has remained a staple classic. Ahoy!


I'm not a massive Kate fan, but I must admit I love this red-black-white combo, so effortlessly elegant yet simple!
Andy Warhol has that geek chic thing going on with his simple specs

Chloe Sevigny, I salute you for your lovely glasses!

The simple white t-shirt, as shown by Johnny Depp


I don't love Harry-Potter-Hermione but I must admit she wears the classic trench coat to perfection!


Charlotte and Audrey showing us how a crisp white shirt can just look so darn cool


Beyonce is a goddess


“I don't use backing tapes when I am singing and dancing on stage. I can do cartwheels and sing.”







Diana Ross is a big inspiration to all of us. We all grew up watching everything about her - her mike placement, her grace, her style and her class.





When I hear a great new record, especially when it's by someone that I respect and admire, then a part of me is like, Why didn't I think of that? Why didn't I write that record? It makes you sick, but in a way it can be a great thing. It makes you want to go back to the lab and start writing again. Maybe it will inspire you to try a little harder.



Wednesday, May 25, 2011

wanted

I need some inspiration, decidedly!

So can i put forth some requests?




Gigi, can you write out one of your lovely cocktail recipes? I haven't had something new in a while.

Care, please post the photo proof of the springtime in Paris. I miss it so...

Peachbury, can you please share a lovely Chinese recipe from your momma? I want to learn something new!

Monday, May 23, 2011

Too much inspiration

Some days, my blogroll just bombards me with greatness. Or maybe because I'm starting a week of vacation today, I'm just more prepared to be inspired. Whatever the case, I know that I should store some of it up, but instead, I'm going to bombard you with the inspiration too. I'm particularly in love with the first image.







And a summery song to top it all off:


Sources of note: Leatherette Mariell Amélie, Doll Divine editorial, graphic print top by Stella McCartney.