A Wedding at Lincoln Center

Well it’s a big day. Our friends Preacher and Partner have flown to New York for Partner to sing Mozart’s Requiem at Lincoln Center. Lincoln Center. And as if that weren’t enough, they are getting married in the lobby of Avery Fisher Hall at intermission. The ceremony will be a few minutes long, with champagne for everyone. Then they’ll go back in for the rest of the concert. Have you ever. And I mean that in the best way.

Painting of Lincoln Center at Night

A lucky star shines over Preacher and Partner as they stride across the Josie Robertson Plaza toward Avery Fisher Hall. The little white blob is their pup Ike.

I had been pondering what to give them. After 21 years together they probably already have a Cuisinart. They are also excellent gifters themselves, so the bar is high. To wit: Downton Abbey paper dolls; a “Free Mr. Bates” button; an armload of produce for His Grace’s juicing regimen; a bag of cleaning products for HG’s million computer screens; and perhaps most thoughtfully, 2 empty picture frames to fit the small canvases I have recently re-commenced trying to paint. I could not get over someone even thinking of that. So last Sunday after church I painted.

Painting of Lincoln Center

In the pretty frame they gave me.

They liked it. But honestly doing it made me so purely and simply happy that it was like I did it for myself. Which I kinda did. There is a message in that.

From my happy heart to theirs, on this day in the Big Apple, I wish my dear friends a bushel of joy, happiness, and love.

PS: Here’s a link to info on today’s 2 o’clock performance of Mozart’s Requiem, JIC. Partner, a dashing tenor by the way, is one of several talented members of the Santa Barbara Choral Society singing this Sunday, among others, presented by Distinguished Concerts International, Vance George conducting.

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Parisian Chic – Part 2 – Links to Other Posts

Parisian Chic – Part 2 – Links to Other Posts

Well bless my Cowboy. Slave to fashion that he is, he liked yesterday's post on Parisian Chic and Ines de la Fressange and sent it to a few of his friends. One of them was the journalist Jesse Kornebluth, who is huge. Also gracious, as it turns out, nice enough to write and say he liked my review and I might like to read his. I wrote back that I liked his more. So here, Jesse Kornbluth's review of Parisian Chic. He knows all kinda stuff,  including fascinating bits about the lovely Ines's aristocratic heritage. I love all that. Now do yourself a favor and sign up for Jesse's blog, Head Butler.com. It is a revelation. Like reading Vanity Fair from cover to cover without actually having to. He also writes for Vanity Fair, btw. Minus the million-word celebrity profiles, Head Butler is a go-to source and highly discerning arbiter of popular culture, telling you which books, films, music and so forth are really worth it. We are all, as he says, drowning in media, and his blog is just the life raft I was looking for. As happens, I am constantly discovering others' blogs in the course of writing my own. (Grateful!) And as we were on the subject, there's a very cool one called A Femme d'un Certain Age written by journalist Tish Jett, an American living in France, giving her perspective on the French perspective, if you follow me. Another called The Simply Luxurious Life, written by a snappy Shannon Ables, had a swell post on Parisian Chic when it came out last April, and I'm very keen to read more about her take on things simply luxurious. What's not to love about that?  

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Find Your Personal Style With Parisian Chic — and Why it’s Important

Find Your Personal Style With Parisian Chic — and Why it’s Important

With the New York and Paris fashion shows just behind us, it occurs to me that it is I who am behind the fashions. And that is fine. Looking good has always been more about style than fashion, but that is especially true as we enter what the French so gracefully refer to as un certain age, between 40-something and heaven. Ahem, and I've been there a while. The question is how do we acquire that wonderful sense of style; and dress, decorate, and live accordingly? Some are born with it, of course. But for the rest of us there's a nifty book from which to glean all kinds of great tips to become our most stylish selves. Ines de la Fressange, 50-something, French supermodel, the former "face of Chanel," and brand ambassador for L'Oreal Paris and Roger Vivier, reveals all in her Parisian Chic--A Style Guide, out about a year ago (speaking of behind) and discovered by me a few months ago at Ann Mashburn's fab shop (speaking of chic) in Atlanta. "Effortless Style" is an especially good section. Snippets here: *Mix couture and street culture... *One maxi-impact accessory with an ultra-simple silhouette... *Team your old denim jacket with a silk blouse... *Wear black velvet riding jackets a couple of sizes too small... *Hunt for vintage men's scarves and wear them with everything. *Wear your teenage son's shirt with a push-up bra... (And don't try to hide it.) *Cinch everything with a big, well-worn man's belt. Tie the excess in a knot. *Roll the sleeves of your cotton shirt back loosely over your sweater... She gives advice not only on how to dress but how to make-up, entertain, decorate, and how "to live like a Parisienne," divulging all her favorite shops and sources in Paris. Apart from its practical advice, the book is a Paris-lover's dream. The writing is pithy and straightforward, and the illustrations are adorable. Ines's daughter Nine is the model, and she looks just like her darlin' maman. I say "darlin'" to mean looks and acts. A few years ago I went to the opening of the Roger Vivier boutique in New York. Standing against the wall with a glass of champagne was this other darlin' girl I'd recently met named Alejandra Cicognani, who is an international PR impresario. As Alejandra and I share common acquaintances, and as the prospect of greeting a charming Italian inspires in one a certain ebullience, I launched myself at her with the full force of an encounter with a long-lost chum from Camp Yonahlassee. We were a good ten minutes into it when I realized she was not Alejandra, but Ines. Mid-sip when it hit me, to avoid choking, I emitted a small spray of champagne in the vicinity but please God not on her. She pretended not to notice. She didn't even say Qui est cette bumpkine? Which is French for Who is this bumpkin, which is moi. And that has endeared me to her since. When she walked the runway at age 51 for Jean Paul Gaultier in 2009, she got a standing ovation. See it here. Something tells me it wasn't just because she looked great. Real style is having the grace and confidence to treat everyone with kindness and respect, even the bumpkins. Especially the bumpkins. Now, dites-moi, what do you do or wear that makes you feel stylishly good?

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For Downton Abbey Devotees

For Downton Abbey Devotees

Sunday nights just aren't the same. There's just a big, gaping hole in my TV-watching heart without William and Mary, Lord Grantham, and the dowager countess et. al. to curl up with after supper. And I am a wreck about poor--and surely innocent!--Mr. Bates languishing in a wretched jail, excuse me gaol, even as I write. As we like to do on Sunday nights, last night we had the Preacher and Partner to dinner. Partner and I share an affinity for the public television series Downton Abbey. When he presented me with this button, honey it could have come from Harry Winston himself. I shall wear it with dignity befitting the noble Mr. Bates until Downton Abbey resumes in January. As for His Grace, despite the fact that his title correlates with that of a duke, he has watched exactly 12 minutes of one episode, and that was the World War I battle scene, which he thought was "pretty good." Otherwise he would rather go to the dentist.

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One Little Thing: an Inspired Invitation

One Little Thing: an Inspired Invitation

This is the cutest thing. Why not turn an ordinary supper with a girlfriend into an occasion? Doesn't have to be the Moulin Rouge--just one little thing that's special. That is all you need to create a sense of occasion in everyday life. If not now, when?! So here's what my friend Nina Griscom did this afternoon, using the Penultimate app on her iPad, she wrote: It went on for two more pages, specifying the dress code (bathrobes), and the evening's agenda (wide-ranging). The Ninja (as I call her) by the way is a very good cook, so her "mediocrity" is over-modest. Speaking of modesty, I will now go and put on the bathrobe least likely to look ridiculous trailing beneath my coat, and I will hope to find a cab very quickly. Not that I'm worried about it; it's New York, after all. But now I think of it... in Tarboro, this is how Mama drove my sister and me to Sunday school nearly every week, with her rain coat over her bathrobe, which hung out the bottom by about two feet. She made even that seem kinda glamorous. I'm sorry she and Nina never had a chance to meet.

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