A slightly silly stream-of-consciousness Saturday that begins as a museum visit and ends on Madison Avenue with a pair of racy stockings.
This is a meandering post that gets a little racy at the end. If you are in the mood for neither I understand completely and you are excused.
Okay so last Saturday I was reading Charlotte Moss’ newsletter, which is great, btw, and included a piece on C.T. Loo, the late and controversial Chinese art dealer who built a pagoda smack in the middle of Paris near Parc Monceau, where it stands to this day. Not stopping there, she also included shots of other pagodas in France and England. I am a fool for a pagoda. Here’s a snippet from her newsletter:
Btw again, on Saturday, March 7, Doyle is auctioning a collection of Charlotte Moss furnishings and objects which you can read about here.
Back to the newsletter – Charlotte also wrote about an exhibit at the Grolier Club in New York which is not far from me and I thought I’d pop by, broaden my horizons, enrich my cultural lexicon, and become a better person.
But it was closed so I went to Barney’s instead.
At Barney’s I didn’t see anything that blew my skirt up–except when did pocketbooks start costing $1,700? Hello? I moved on.
And then I saw something that if my skirt did blow up, well it would be something.
These stockings were in the window at Fogal. They are called CHOUCHOU, which in French means cabbagecabbage and is a term of endearment. Part of Fogal’s Great Gatsby Collection commissioned for the coming Baz Luhrmann film The Great Gatsby (can’t wait), this particular pair also has “elegant Cuban heel and seam.” Were these Castro’s idea? It was a new one on me.
And after the $1,700-pocketbooks, they seemed like a bargain at $75, which in retrospect I realize is also insane but sometimes in New York you lose your perspective about things like this.
But wait’ll His Grace sees them…