LIFE IS BIUTIFUL...

Tuesday, 30 November 2010
Before I bombard you with about a week's worth of Paris related posts, here are some bits and bobs of interest from before I went:

Book: Keith Richards: Life. I would never have picked this book up if I hadn't happened to read an excerpt from it in the Times and been surprised at how engaging it was. It's so riveting that I can't put the bloody thing down now - I even took it to Paris, though

MERCE & THE MUSE...

Monday, 29 November 2010

As much as I'd like to think that if I lived in Paris full time I'd totally assimilate into French culture - and I would try - I also know from past experience of living in a foreign country that in reality you suddenly become obsessed with Marmite and Cadbury's Dairy Milk; you bribe people to stuff hundreds of PG Tips pyramid teabags in their suitcases when they visit. That's why I'm glad

HERE...

Sunday, 28 November 2010


Sorry for the radio silence. I'm back in London after the most amazing, wonderful, interesting time in Paris; even more so than usual. Stories to come...

{photos: Tom Palumbo, Paris 1962. I never tire of these pictures. More here.}

EN HIVER...

Tuesday, 23 November 2010




Ah, Parisian winter skies. See you on the other side of that beloved tunnel. (I assure you it is possible to love a tunnel, especially when it leads to France.)

JANE...

Monday, 22 November 2010

Today would have been my mum's sixty sixth birthday. If she were here she would probably laugh at me for moping around being maudlin and suggest a cup of tea.

COS~TUME...








Shh, don't tell Jean Touitou, but I've been having a secret affair with COS. (AKA Celine On Sale).  It's unusual for a high street brand, albeit an upmarket one, to have me exhibiting those classic symptoms: taking weird inconvenient detours that lead me to its doors, then hey, since I just happen to be passing I may as well take a look. Followed by sighing and stroking of garments that I

HOUSE OF DREAMS...

Thursday, 18 November 2010
Last Saturday I visited an incredible house, belonging to the artist Stephen Wright. Both a private home and a museum, the House of Dreams, which hides behind a high wall in East Dulwich, is an artwork in itself. The house was given a huge feature in World of Interiors magazine last year and Stephen's ten foot figures recently stood in the windows of Joseph. The museum is a life project and is

D.V. RETURNS...

Monday, 15 November 2010
First of all, apologies for taking so long to get back to you. D.V. was on an extended sojourn at the Paris Crillon; something to do with The Collections, or Fittings, or Appointments with her vendeuse at Chanel. Something terribly important anyway. But she’s here now, rouged to the hilt and weighted with jewels, ready to answer some questions.

Has anyone seen the newly published re-edition of

LET ME COUNT THE WAYS...

Saturday, 13 November 2010
How many seconds does it take to buy a locket? I've been on a non-consumerism kick for so long I had forgotten what it felt like. Surely the only time you should purchase something you don't really need is when you get that feeling; the thrilling combination of elation and fear where you're scared that someone else will buy it before you complete your payment and it's sold out. The virtual

ARMCHAIR TRAVELLER...

Friday, 12 November 2010















Honestly, you'd think I'd be more committed to preparing my tax return than to dreaming of Sweden today. The pictures are from last winter when I went to Stockholm and the island of Sandhamn in the outer archipelago. I loved how every window had a light in it to protect against the darkness of the long winter, and candles were never skimped on. I think it's time to put up my fairy

10...

Tuesday, 9 November 2010
Miss Woo from Cheapskate Chic gave me the "I love your blog" prize. Thank you! Cor, it feels as if I haven't done a tag since the olden days of blogging, when there were only two streetstyle blogs and people still bought newspapers every day.

I have to answer the 10 questions and pass it onto 10 of my favourite blogs.

1. Why did you create the blog?
It was so long ago I can't remember...no, ok

VIA...

Monday, 8 November 2010
One blog that has really intrigued me in the past few months is Via.  I love delving into artist Liivia Sirola's every day life. Her photographs are beautiful - soft and mysterious - the writing even more mysterious to me because I can't read a word of Finnish. It took me ages to work out that "Vanhemmat Tekstit" means "Older Posts"! Google Translate seems to have a fair amount of difficulty with

REVELRY...



Photos from last night at the Master Shipwright's House. I take every opportunity to visit this place (I'd buy it in a second if I had £5,000,000 to spare) and last night - a convergence of various folk bands, jugglers, Morris dancers, bonfires, acapella sea shanty groups, the burning of pirates, hot cider and fireworks flying up from the River Thames at the end of the garden - was magical.

IPHONE...

Friday, 5 November 2010











A few recent photos from my phone. NB: none of these were taken on or have anything to do with Halloween. You may have seen some of them and many other juicy things I don't post here already if you're one of the rare and beloved flowers that follows me on ☞Twitter☜.

KATE'S GREATEST HITS...

Wednesday, 3 November 2010
I didn't go to the Kate Moss for Topshop launch on Monday, forgive me. The Oxford Circus Topshop is already a vortex of pandemonium without adding Kate in person and her final collection for the brand into the mix. I was able to have a look at some photos of it beforehand though, and noted the re-issue of several pieces that had sent people into ebay bidding frenzies the first time round. Also,

LAST SATURDAY...

Monday, 1 November 2010
I spent a leisurely five hours dining on baby octopus and converting family members to the ways of the Aperol spritz. Afterward, the plan had been to convene with a friend in a damp old cave under the embankment, but the intense odour of cheese emanating from inside was so strong, and perplexing, that it forced us into a retreat. Over the bridge to the land of afternoon ballroom dancing, where I

ONE OF EACH...


















I'm just putting these Comme des Garçons shirts here so I can look at them and stop hatching mad schemes to buy them both. {1, 2}