Genius

Without the wonderful writing of Dominic Dunne's column, this tiny corner of a page is my favourite part of Vanity Fair these days.

http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/features/incharacter-slideshow

Vogue

http://www.vogue.com/feature/2010_July_Alexander_McQueen/?mbid=fbvps

Inappropriate

He's too young, the movies are bad (actually, the first one definitely had something good, some sense of atmosphere and teen girl angst/giddyness and they are still better than the ridiculous books and their Mormon subtext) but I cannot help myself, he is too dreamy. Yes I said dreamy.

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/20/movies/20pattinson.html?hpw

Starbucks-itis

Starbucks is for (excessive) consumption, and should not be confused with fashion inspiration. I appear to have blurred the lines. Oh dear. Either that or Wimbledon fever has gripped me and I am contemplating a career as a ball-girl. Although as they get swathed in Ralph Lauren, I actually would.

 

Oh dear.

 

Hyprocrisy

I am a huge hyprocite. I love Woody Allen and his movies and his humour and all round wonderful neurotic Jewishness, but yet cannot really be alright with Roman Polanski. Not that any amount of personal trauma can make drugging and raping a child OK, nor can her and her mother (?!) somehow saying "actually, its not so bad" twenty years after. But then I think maybe falling in love with, and running away with your own adopted daughter out-weirds it.

But a Woody Allen movie with Larry David?? I am beside myself about this, I cannot wait.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/film/filmmakersonfilm/7838767/Woody-Allen-interview-for-Whatever-Works.html

Vogue addiction, part III

I happen to love her. Possibly mean, but the world of fashion somehow bows to her - she can boss Karl Lagerfeld around for goodness sake. And she is delicately pretty and a whole new level of well-groomed that you can't help but admire her her and lover her for it! She has an entire room in her Hamptons home that has every single copy of Vogue she edited over the past twenty years. Too fabulous.

Vogue addiction part II

One day the former will become the latter, with a little help from a fairy godmother. or a better paid job. Heaven is a well made bookshelves and 1950s archive files.

Continuing a theme...

i love everything about Laduree. Everything.

Vogue addiction

I am wondering if this edition of Vogue is nestled in the above collection, in my apartment. It looks like one I would have kept... desperatley want to go home and check!! What a loser

Just more images to ogle and adore

Marie Antoinnette

I watched this again last night, and I always wonder why I don't watch it more. It was absolutely captivating in the cinema, utterly spellbinding. I just love the entire colour palette, the absolutely pitch perfect loveliness of every little detail. Although not sure how I have never spotted the converse no matter how many times I watch it, I suspect I am too busy not breathing while watching the shoes she is waggling on her feet. It is divine. And I think is delicious enough to make not care at all about historical accuracy, even if its knowing cool is a little too much to take sometimes.

Queen of the East Coast preppy

Genuinely, she totally rocks it. I need a yellow rain slicker. Plus a Manhattan apartment and a literary career. I'll settle for the rain slicker though.

Evening sunlight, somewhere in north Norfolk

Even I'm not completely immune to some of the lures of the countryside

A thing of beauty

http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b00spgkb/Storyville_20092010_Valentino_The_Last_Emperor/
This documentary about Valentino manages to be as beautiful and chic as its subject, but yet also quite poignant and sad, and still realistic about the foibles of personality. It completely absorbs you in the world they live in, a world of cashmere and good taste!

Practicalities

Why do I have a Blackberry? Because I do this to an iPod after three weeks.

Disappointed expectations

I loved Less Than Zero, and have become increasingly disppointed by his later writing, most especially Lunar Park so am a little wary of the imminent publication of Imperial Bedrooms. But then someone who managed to to capture such a specific voice of youth in such a specific bubble of time can not be immune to the passage of time himself. So it can I suppose, only be natural that he sounds like a middle aged guy trying to sound like Bret Easton Ellis. Because he just is a middle aged Bret Easton Ellis. He isn't the same precocious and arrogant young man, experience can't help but take that away. I'm still excited about the new book, but a little fearful at the same time. But BEE himself is still pretty awesome, a paragon of branding.

http://tmagazine.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/06/15/more-than-zero/?scp=2&sq=bret+easton+ellis&st=cse

Sparkle!

This will be me, old and yet still insisting on adding sparkle. Only of course I won't be Milanese and will never show up on The Sartorialist, I'll just be a slightly fabulous crazy old lady walking my pack of dogs, having dressed them in silk scarves and ribbons.

http://www.thesartorialist.com/photos/30110Milan-Sparkle_8790Web.jpg

Pleasing

http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/features/2010/06/art-director-ruth-ansel-slide-show-201006#slide=1
This is a short but sweet article on Vanity Fair.com about Ruth Ansel and her impact on magazines and how they look - another of those figures I should know and worship, considering my general addiction to magazines, all that is glossy and the printed word.

Initiation

The entire purpose of this is to have simply a dumping ground for all the crap that I feel compelled to say or write or post, but without actually inflicting on everyone I know with my perpetual updates and general twatness of facebook or email. Therefore this is not really for public consumption, nor do I expect anyone else to be remotely interested about the whatever it is that I find interesting and compelled to share - usually the sparkly detritus of news stories/blogs or websites that people of worth and creativity put together/random photos of anything I want to capture.

So yes, this is the hideous state - I am talking to myself in printed form. TWAT. Of the highest order and all different kinds of arse. Am aware. Am also plagiarising Stephen Fry. If you're gonna steal, steal from someone worthwhile.