Finest

Monuments is headlining Mercury Lounge tonight!

Tonight, you can find me on Faro Island

Eating a salad of strawberries, romaine, and red onion for lunch reminds me of Wild Strawberries (mine were not) which reminds me that I just got Bergman Island in the mail.

For Chell

Johnny Depp's girl + Marianne Faithfull's rasp

Michelle needs a Fendi case

Sophia Loren and her wigs, source ?

A fringe-footed acolyte

Snow White stills frm

St. Vincent's live show was a thing of strange beauty, fully wrought and staged by a girl a bit Chaplin, a touch Keaton (Diane), with a wide-eyed helping of Edward (Scissorhands.)  It was a sad day yesterday, sentient beasts were prowling, and to welcome a thing, new and clean and nascent was a gift.  

The sweet whimsy of dying poets

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Going to see St. Vincent tonight. Not entirely sure I like her records, entirely sure I love her taste in movies.

April's envy

Like Poseidon's son Triton, I'm a little irritable.  Hoping some (read: loads) of coffee will banish these mean reds.   

Reborn

These videos Nijinsky dancing were created by Christian Comte; he pieced together still photographs from 1912 to render a few seconds of what made Paris burn a century ago- Nijinsky's seductive, suggestive stage stories with the Ballets Russes. (via the New Yorker)

My castle, my books.

Bhadase Sagan Maraj, reading at home in Trinidad, 1958

Reading Mystic Masseur by V.S. Naipaul, which means I've finished Girls Like Us. Pleased to have found it in a box of books abandoned by a neighbor.

The night is a starry dome

Obsessed and don't quite know what I'll do when I reach the last page.

Mr. Maisner

umbrella by Maisner, one of a suite he used in the windows of a little placed called Tiffany & Co.

Feeling slightly starstruck.   Just got off the phone with the ne plus ultra of calligraphers, Bernard Maisner.  I'll tell you why some other time.

Evening by evening/Among the brookside rushes

frm British Vogue

It's true, it's true!

sweets edison dipped into the magic carpet cocktail cabinet

available at www.ilovejezebel.com

It really is the sort of morning to listen to Edda Dell'Orso, play around with my new-old, drapey, nude dress from the Brooklyn Flea, and contemplate tomorrow's brunch options.

Weeds

snake brooch by Shourouk

I just can't get enough of those Botwins. In the event that it does rain all summer, you know where to find me: Agrestic.

Lady Luck...

has graced me with my friends, Ghost Gamblers.

My castle, my books.

It's been awfully nice engaging with the world, but please excuse me as I disappear into Girls Like Us: Carole King, Joni Mitchell, Carly Simon- and the Journey of a Generation. 

the Chimes of Freedom Flashing

I received the most special wedding invitation ever the other day and I can't wait to share it with you. Until then, this snippet of beauty... (frm Martha Stewart via Katy Elliott)

Babette

Can't wait to mail this to my dear mom (we hatched ducks in our kitchen when I was in high school). Thank you to Jane from Foxy & Winston for slipping this in my bag at the Brooklyn Flea on Sunday.

Beautiful bondage

Monuments played at the Billy Reid store on Bond Street, which provided an excellent opportunity to chat with (and a few beers later, forget to say goodbye to- oops!) Hollister and Porter Hovey, who are warm and lovely as could be. Same goes for the Billy Reid crew. Really, it was a beautiful night on Bond Street, which would have been made all the more so by a dinner at Il Buco. Roebling Tea Room came in a not too shabby 2nd place. (photo by Porter Hovey)

Joy House

Alain Delon and Jane Fonda, deliciously fueling my desire for black in the summer, and a glass-topped Rolls Royce.