I am totally in love with this change tray in the softest taupe leather that my husband gave me for Christmas. It’s perfect for holding bracelets and organizing clutter on top of a favorite old Indonesian linen press in our bedroom—and with Valentine’s Day around the corner I can’t think of a better excuse to add one to your collection…
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In 2010, one of my dreams came true in the form of a 1940s Jacques Adnet red leather sling side chair with an iron frame and brass details. Adnet was a French art deco designer, whose furniture for Hermès is the stuff dreams are made of. Because this particular chair is “attributed” to Adnet rather than “by” Adnet, an all-important zero got knocked off the the price tag. I had to pinch myself when I saw it. The chair, which I’m picking up first thing Monday morning, is going to live in our bedroom, along with these vintage Liberty curtains in an art nouveau Ianthe pattern that I scored for a song on eBay a few years ago.
Update 1/3/11: The chair is home—and found its way into a corner in the living room beneath a sentimental aboriginal painting with beautiful crosshatching that I found in Australia when Mr. Foodinista and I were newly dating. So happy!
I am unapologetically in an army green phase, thanks to my friend Billy, who gifted me with this lovely camo bag earlier this summer from the Army Navy Surplus store on Vine in Hollywood. At $20, a STEAL considering Prada’s $1,120 version at Barneys. And I like mine better. Those-in-the-know have come to recognize this as the Billy Bag. Originally we dressed it up with an orange Hermes twilly, but then I found this old Chanel camellia kicking around in my closet. Ditto on an old favorite Marc Jacobs trompe l’oeil jacket in army green with cream pinstriping. I wore it to a meeting at Tiny G’s preschool yesterday and I love it today as much as I did back in 2003, when it came home for the very first time!
As I packed for a weekend getaway at the Ace last weekend, I noticed that army green was holding strong with my old-lady Chloe prescription sunglasses (PS – don’t ever get prescription lenses put in a frame this large—they are unbearably heavy to wear after a couple hours), a fabby new shade of Chanel Khaki Vert nail polish and a favorite Erès bikini, which is more of a mushroom color really but it wanted to tag along. Who knew that Billy, who was also in Palm Springs this past weekend for a friend’s birthday party, would surprise me with a $3 gun-print bandana from the Army Navy Surplus in Atlanta, GA??
What is this terribly chic bag, you ask? “Is it Helmet Lang?” a salesperson at Barneys desperately wanted to know. Is it from Alexander McQueen’s camo collection? guessed another.
It is not.
I’ve dubbed this totally glam piece “The Billy Bag.” This past Saturday on his last night in town, my dear friend Billy Fong brought me this beloved parting gift. Who else would think to purchase a camouflage tote for about $20 at a nearby Army Navy Surplus store and accessorize it with an Hermès twilly plucked from my closet? Thank you, Billy, for keeping the folks at Barneys guessing and for glamming up my wardrobe. You would not believe how many complements I’ve gotten on my new Billy Bag—the elusive must-have accessory for fall!
I am fairly certain that when Mr. Foodinista and I saw Inception this weekend, Leonardo diCaprio planted the idea that I *need* the following:
1. 1940s black leather Jacques Adnet for Hermès mirror
4. 2010 Audi RS 6 Avant ($158,614!!!!!!!!!!!!)
And no, none of these items feature in the movie, which is what makes this a clear-cut case of mental espionage.
Am still swooning over last night’s dinner at The Hungry Cat in Hollywood, one of our very very favorite restaurants in LA. My husband and I got a little gussied up—he wore a pink and green pocket square I got him for Christmas from Hermès that has sort of a Beverly Hills Hotel wallpaper pattern happening. And I busted out some aubergine fishnets I got in Dublin, Ireland, a few years ago and my wedding shoes, which are palest platinum metallic d’orsay heels from Brian Atwood. They look kind of vintage. I only wear them a couple times a year, like on our anniversary or Valentine’s Day! So dinner. We started with half dozen oysters, some peeled shrimp (Mr Foodinista’s favorite) and a prickly sea urchin from the raw bar, which is my absolute fave. For our entrées, Mr Foodinista went with the Alaskan king crab legs, grain mustard buttery sauce and toast, while I went with house-made pappardelle with dungeness crab, more sea urchin!!!!, English peas and topped with a slow-cooked egg. Mercy! I washed it down with a couple glasses of Tasmanian Riesling while Mr Foodinista—totally out of left field—went with a Dark & Stormy. And then when the check came, we were informed that my sister had taken care of dinner! What an awesome date night. Thank you, Claire!!!
Since Mr Foodinista will be traveling the rest of this week, I will be traveling all of next, and we’re having 8 friends over for dinner on Saturday night, we are celebrating Valentine’s Day this evening with dinner at Hungry Cat. We don’t typically do a gift exchange (last year he surprised me with a favorite Chanel nail varnish, and I spent an absurd amount on a pair of Façonnable boxer shorts), but if we did, these would all be a huge hit with the mister, minus the gin—but as the saying goes, happy wife, happy life. Clockwise, from top left:
Nuñez de Prado Olive Oil ($26.75/1L): An organic and fruity olive oil from Spain with a great nutty flavor. And love the tin.
Hermès Orange Vert Soap ($30): My husband hates to wear cologne, but is totally into this soap with a clean and subtle citrusy, woodsy scent. Ladies: this is what you dream a dude will smell like.
Paul Smith Pyjamas ($215): I got a pair of just the bottoms for Mr Foodinista for Christmas (I think you can grab them separately at the West Hollywood boutique for about $100—ask for Chad) and the cotton is sooo nice and washes really well.
Junipero Gin ($30/750 ml): The name of this artisanal gin from San Francisco says it all. This one is SUPER juniper-y and crisp, and tastes deceptively light in a gin in tonic. But make no mistake, it’s 100 proof.
Converse Chuck Taylors All Stars ($45): Mr Foodinista’s go-to shoe, which he buys pair after pair in black. I’m digging the charcoal though and wonder if I might persuade my Valentine to go grey?
Wilson Six.One Tour Racquet ($200): Federer’s and Mr Foodinista’s racquet of choice, which I don’t quite get on the part of the latter because apparently it’s nearly impossible to play with but I guess he likes a challenge. I’m just happy to make contact with the ball and drink Arnold Palmers…
Sorry for the dearth of posting the past week—I’ve been traveling and internet access was sporadic at best. But I’m back, jetlagged and heading to bed. Perhaps tonight I’ll be counting Hermès suitcases to lull me to sleep…
Today we are celebrating our two-year wedding anniversary! Shortly we’ll be heading out to dinner at Lucques, where we got engaged several New Years Eves ago. Tonight when I got home from work, there was a pretty orange and brown bag, and within a red leather Kelly Double Tour leather bracelet (shown in white above). I have a serious thing for leather cuffs, and I’m over the moon about this saucy new red number!
For the newly initiated, POSTCARDS is recurring feature with fashion advice from my dear friend Billy, an art consultant with a wicked eye and even wickeder wardrobe. In this edition, he packs his bags for his 20th high school reunion. And for those of you who caught the Gossip Girls ’80s flashback on Monday, the timing couldn’t be better…
POSTCARD FROM HIGH SCHOOL, AMID SUNNY PLANTATIONS
2009 has thus far been a year of great indecision. Perhaps the stress at work—I fundraise and the current economy doesn’t lend itself to having your hand out—has manifested itself in not being willing or able to make snap decisions. It took an old friend booking a flight to Atlanta to prompt my attending my 20-year high school reunion. I had been sitting on the fence about revisiting the ne’er do well days of my youth.
If you are of my generation, certain films were so integral to our youth—most of them from John Hughes. Who could forget Molly Ringwald’s moment getting felt up in Sixteen Candles and that über-cool outfit she wore as Claire Standish in The Breakfast Club? But for this trip down memory lane, I am going to refer to a movie that was slightly post-college, Romy and Michelle’s High School Reunion. As I contemplate this weekend of seeing old friends and acquaintances from two decades past, I wonder, shall I create a fictionalized version of who I am today? Why dwell on the fact that I am not living in the Park Avenue co-op that I thought I would be in at 38 and instead find myself in a rented Atlanta apartment? So what if I am not running a successful art consulting business out of a chic Watergate-style highrise. I might as well dress the part and let no one be the wiser.
FOR BILLY’S WARDROBE PICKS FOR THE 20-YEAR REUNION, CLICK “READ MORE” BELOW…