Then and now, a man who always gets it right: my father, my style icon. Above, in front of the Taj Mahal, circa early ’60s. And love these of him in Bangkok (below, far left) and Berlin. Here’s to the leading men in our lives! Happy Father’s Day!
Each year my father’s family heads to Yosemite—a kick-off to summer that has happened in our family since 1949. Over the years we’ve fallen into a routine that starts with a Thursday Night “Social” in my parents’ cabin, to which we all contribute wine and nibbles and drink a little bit too much. We kind of do it up that first night, since the food situation in the park is pretty miserable. This year I was in charge of salads, and grabbed my three favorites from Joans on Third before leaving town to bring with: Brussels sprouts with dates, manchego and toasted almonds (and heavy on the dijon); braised butter beans with pecorino; and curried chicken salad.
My dad brought up an array of local cheeses from Cowgirl Creamery, as well as these Fra’ Mani salumi.
There was also smoked trout, prosciutto and cakes—and a glass or three of Hirsch Gaisberg Riesling. It was a totally delicious start to summer—but do we really have to wait another year to do it again?
We live in what by Los Angeles standards constitutes an historic neighborhood. Tell this to a European and they will look at you like you are bonkers, and they’re right. Our house—the first on the block—was built in 1921. Ditto on the garage, which had seen better days when we bought the house almost four years ago. The original doors had been replaced with a horrible warped aluminum door that was splattered with concrete.
I looked through books, and walked up and down the neighborhood for door inspiration and sketched these carriage doors, which our contractor built and we painted Azores from Benjamin Moore last summer. I had a very specific blue in mind, one that was more green than the pale blue they use on shutters and doors in the South of France. Then, when I was in Rioja a couple weeks ago, I saw this dreamy door, which isn’t so far off on the color we ended up with. How badly do you want this to be your kitchen door?