wow. fantastic baby.


as you know we’re are Fascinated by the Future and most specifically the Global nature of Popular Culture

which is why we can’t STOP watching this:


Big Bang (how scientific) released Fantastic Baby in 2012 so we’re a Little late to the party but we adore K-Pop, particularly Wonder Girls (The Shirelles re-born) and we even Went to Korea on business and this is P.18 – P.19 of the book, in fact (small *squeal* – it’ll be here in less than 8 weeks now!)

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but back to Big Bang for a brief moment – what think you? it’s either the 80s re-mixed and sent to Korea-on-its-hols OR it says something really curious and glorious about what’s next in Gender (and possibly synth music)? well, that’s our Take anyway.


maxresdefaultbut we Guarantee you’ll have it buzzing around in your head All Day and from time to time you’ll want to do a little *bounce* and *looktocamera* and purr

w o w – fantastic, baby

or maybe that’s just Us?

we do hope not.

such fun.

in other news – what have We been doing?


Pausing with a Pellegrino.


and spending Quality time with Virginia Woolf.


and you?

how are You spending the last few days before everyone huddles inside and watches the television and looks slightly askance at the Christmas Jumpers/Sweaters/ItalianKnitwear on display?



feel like sharing that with the rest of them?

go on.

as the year starts to unwind: early nights, lamplight suppers, woody allen movies and e.e.cummings

darlings despite living on This Coast where it stays temperate (almost) all year round, we can feel the slow unwinding of the year into soft quiet rituals of early nights and comfortable warm socks and reading and lamplight suppers and a trip to Thai Town to unblock those meridians and be soothed as the h o l i d a y s are fast approaching *nervouslooktocamera*. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA quiet times. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA and blazing skies. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA plenty of supplies from the Library. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA santa monica evening at twilight. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA and the traffic wends its way (usually pretty slowly) home to supper. Screen Shot 2013-11-27 at 12.02.36 PM and we’re back writing the weekly column saying thank you to los angeles for all the strange and deliciously hidden experiences that make it so glorious to live here…OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA now we’re NOT able to stay up very late so although we were Sorely Tempted to see this movie it seems as though the Universe said “no, darling” because not only was the door locked fast-ly-shut when we rattledithardseveraltimes gently tapped with our mid-week-navy-gloves but Mr. Fandango also had an error on each of the *coughs* five times we triedtobuyaticket. so there you go. no. was the answer. but the reason we Truly need to see it again soon is because Mr. Caine has a truly lovely moment (when he’s not being naughty and adulterous – in Character – we hasten to add) all around mr. e.e.cummings.

do you remember it?

no need – it’s here before you need to grab it from your cerebral cortex, love.

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands e.e.cummings





we are back.

a long day’s journey into night.

as someone once wrote.

there are Renovations going on at LAX so it was even more surreal than usual to arrive.


taxis, trains, planes & taxis – and we crossed the usa and returned to This Coast.


and now we start to Plot the next move.


undoubtedly the princess phone will come in handy as we do this.

but now, coffee (black) and an Italian cracker (nothing else in the fridge) and a drive to the Valley shortly.

more to come.

beloved books and forbidden tales.


during our recent sojourn in brooklyn, we had breakfast with Ms. J. Fain (toast and marmalade and tea for us – something with almond milk for her, if we recall correctly) and she made a Special Request.

would you write about the books you own?

and we thought – Quelle Delightful Request!

but then we frowned (prettily) and wondered how best to approach this Task.

you see.

we usually don’t share in Such detail.

but we Used to be afraid of losing everything (not that we owned anything of great value in those days, but there was a lot of clutter and stuff and panic and purchasing at One time).

and now?


let’s see.

we like to believe and participate in the flow.

the flow?


the flow of life and objects.

we do not add to our possessions – without giving something away.

and if we lose something (which rarely happens) but, for example, we once lost a blue pashmina from the back of a chair in a cafe in the fairfax district circa 2002 and got Quite Upset until someone (with a background in dubious self-improvement seminars and extended stays at esalen) said:

someone must have needed it.

we do remember feeling a tiny bit cross and annoyed (so recently arrived from england where such sentiments are seen as Tosh) and then the realization that getting Cross would not bring back the pashmina and a slowly curiously enhancing warm glow-ness that we Now lived in a Land where there Might be Other people that love blue pashminas Too.

and all was well.

because we slowly started to see that Things Return in the most delightful way (we wrote about that here).


this is a very Long lead to a post which was meant to be about Why We Do Not Own Many Books (despite the fact we have read probably Thousands).

once we’ve read a paperback (purloined from a box left on a street – this happens a Lot more than one would expect – and if one keeps one’s eyes open – a real Find is often spotted) – we recycle it by passing it on to Friends with a nice note, often in the Post (or putting our Own box out on the street which is fun – or delivering bags to Housing Works or a similar fine organization).

we rarely keep them now.

because once we know What Happens (and we have almost perfect recall as many of our friends will tell you) we cannot keep something unless we are Deeply in Love with the writing itself (as opposed to plot).

some pictures now, please (do you have some tea to hand? we’re sipping coffee but the jet lag is not quite lifting from our Brows).


so we are a Great Believer in Libraries.

especially as Beverly Hills has Such an Interesting Circulating Library and a splendid “Friends Shop” where one can gather up an armful of old New Yorkers (magazines, not people) to snip and read and peruse of a sunday afternoon on-the-sofa.

but it is the Los Angeles County Library (with its Many Branches) that is the real Jewel for its collection (see above) of 1960s era fashion books and much loved long out of print Editions which can be Requested via the Interweb and delivered to one’s local branch (so clever and so 19th century – the Request/Delivery bit).

and then there’s our own Modest Collection.

many 1st editions from the love that could not speak its name but wrote Beautifully.

a Lot of Vita (we share the same birthday and she captures our imagination with her Verve and Travels to Teheran and Life and Loves and the ability to nurture a beauteous garden of white and roses and trees and birdsong.)

and some ex-library books purchased from those adorable people at Alibris).

Isherwood – of course (we own Edith Oliver’s former edition of Prater Violet).

did you spot Nancy Spain? Ginette Spainer (whom we wrote about last while In Paris ourselves) – who met because of their mutual friend Noel Coward (we own several books that feature Noel, of course – because he has been our Constant literary companion for decades *lookstocamera* are we That old now? tis true. *smiles* and inspired us to Write and live GLORIAously (as William calls it). OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Plum, Cecil and Nancy, naturally.

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(signed) novels by several friends and people that we Wish we had known.

delicious gifts from Friends and memories of the Day Job (the red binder is a gift from 20th Century Fox to who we are in RL because she worked on several Movies)OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

more gifts from Friends (thank you B) and the Inspiring Life of DK for all those big-hair-slimline-hipped-80s-gloriousness. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

and current bedside reading (note: paperbacks: so will be donated or passed on when we’ve written down passages that please us or photographed them for instagram.

funny enough the Only books that haven’t passed through the Los Angeles Country Circulating Library or our own bookshelves or boxes on the street or donations found in treasure trove second-hand bookshops – are – *coughs* – *lookstocamera*- well – Ours.


soon (Jan 2014, apparently – still waiting on Exact Confirmation – it takes a little while – but the red letter day from Last Year – is almost coming to fruition).

since that Deal was signed, we’ve delivered Emerald to our agent (and she said she Likes it Very much) and we’re now 30,000 words into The House On Church Row – may we share just a few more lines with you?

“Am I interrupting?” said Annabelle.

“Yes. You are.”

Annabelle was fascinated and yet appalled by Marion’s forthrightness. She took a step back and wondered why she had bothered coming. It didn’t seem as if Marion wanted to be friendly. “Sorry. I’ll come another time,” she said, turning around to face the street, to hide her annoyance.

Marion relented. The British stiff upper lip was really funny up close. “I’m drinking alone,” she drawled. “Join me. Then I won’t be drinking alone.”

Annabelle was a tiny bit shocked. “But it’s a school night,” she said, looking at her house next door and starting to feel guilty that she’d brought nothing home for supper except cake.

“I didn’t think either of us were still schoolgirls,” smiled Marion, leaning to steady herself on the side of the door.

“You are persuasive,” giggled Annabelle.

“I work in advertising. I need to be.”

Annabelle walked into the house to follow Marion and got a sudden kick in her stomach. She had not been inside the house for years. When Diana told her that there was a new tenant, she had given her the welcome note, but never actually thought she’d be invited inside. She broke out in a cold sweat.

“Scotch?” said Marion, from the end of the corridor near the kitchen, holding a bottle. “No, wait, you probably drink white wine, don’t you?” She disappeared and emerged with a Chardonnay.

“Yes please,” said Annabelle, quickly, and rather flattered, before she changed her mind. While Marion fiddled with the corkscrew and found proper wine glasses in the cupboard, Annabelle looked around. The kitchen was the original 1940s design from the last time the house was renovated. Her mother had been under strict instructions from her grandparents not to update anything, so she didn’t. It wasn’t her thing anyway as she much preferred to be upstairs in the turret room painting strange abstracts in oils while listening to Cole Porter. She could have cared less if the Aga had seen better days or some of the original Bakelite black doorknobs were scratched and needed replacing. The cupboards were a heavy cream shade with panels of wallpaper inside, a sprig of sweet peas on one and pale pink roses on other.

The large chest freezer in the butler’s pantry used to be full of vol au vents for parties and trays of shrimp. Annabelle remembered washing up glasses carefully after late dinners for pocket money at the low sink and handing them to her sister to dry with a tea towel.

“Where did you just go?” said Marion, handing her a large glass of wine.

Annabelle had to bring herself back to the present day. There were so many memories in this half of the house. Her own kitchen next door was modern. Simon had left the Aga but put in all new fixtures and fittings when they got married. If she closed her eyes while washing the dishes, she could always sense this half of the kitchen on the other side of the wall and mentally walk round it while she daydreamed.

“I used to live here,” said Annabelle.

Marion was taken aback. She had not expected anything above light neighborhood gossip or a slightly giggly housewife after a glass of wine. “You did?”

“A long time ago. I grew up here. It was my grandparents’ house. In fact, the house was split down the middle and when I got married I moved into the other half.”

and a bit Further On………just a snippet…..

The cab pulled away and Marion fell gratefully into the waiting car.

“I like her,” said Alex to his brother, as they drove back down Mile End.

They had no idea that Marion was doubling the price of the contract. If she had to deal with crap, she was going to make sure she was well compensated. She picked up her mobile phone and started to dial Kelly to celebrate but changed her mind. She was her assistant, not her friend. Marion threw the phone back in the bag and leaned back, looking out of the window at the lights twinkling on Regent Street. They passed Liberty’s and up to Oxford Street and got stuck in traffic. She looked down at her phone again. She wished she had someone to call.


ok. one Tiny bit more then we Must get ready – we have People To See.

They stared at each other for a long time until Simon realized he really had to go to the office. In a daze he went upstairs to get dressed. As he entered their bedroom, the scent of musk oil assaulted his senses.

He sat down on the bed.

How could this be happening to him?

This was Hampstead, for God’s sake.

Seriously Enjoying Writing THIS.


have a delicious saturday darlings.

an evening that ends in icecream @neveuxcreamery is super-sweet-ness


Our friend Greg came to stay (he’s in Town renewing a Visa to Foreign Lands for business Trips).

So there was a very chic (i.e. French) housewarming gift….


A swift tour of our building (and the backlit underlit Pool – very LA)….


Parus for supper (get onto sunset boulevard and keep going East – rather appropriately)…


Followed by Delicious icecream at Neveux Artisan Creamery with unbeknownst combinations that totally worked like strawberries and balsamic or honey and lavender or rosemary and butterscotch or blueberries swirled with creamy chevre.

Very sophisticated and incredibly swoony.


saturday morning.


it is lovely Here.


we woke up early – padded into the kitchen-ette to make coffee and eat a little yogurt dip and rosemary flatbread cracker (sort of a mini 1970s mixer party for one – terribly LA, now one comes to think about it -it’s not hard to feel Themed here ;)

And then came back to bed, to read.


Admiring the collection of objets from yesterday’s frenzied five hour putting-a-home-together.

It’s now 9.21am in los angeles and someone is mowing a lawn (who has a Lawn?) Or is that the sound of a swimming pool being cleaned? Some sort of electrical motor. Pleasant enough. Oddly identifiable. One of the strange things about moving. New views. And new sounds.


We saw someone last night at a gathering of friends and he said, with a twinkle,

You certainly make life look delicious on instagram



We had No Idea until we looked at him closely and suddenly a Profile Picture came into view and a quite-lovely-photo-stream emerged in our mind’s eye.

And then we giggled.

Sort of becoming gloria for a second, you know, in RL.

Which might be the Key to our new Life here in Los Angeles.

More gloria; less panic.

You know. About what is to come or Not.

Today is beautiful.

Especially because miss jules berlin is having an Alice in Wonderland party in Berlin.

Quelle delicious and glamorous.

We are there in Spirit.

And enjoying it via the magic of instagram.

Happy Saturday, darlings.

What are your plans pour Le Weekend?

주말에 대한 계획은 무엇입니까?

That is for our friends in Korea.

We appear to have a growing number of lovely Visitors from the hermit kingdom (we started following a Very strange and beautiful group of stylish k-pop personages on instagram and we have a feeling they are dropping in to say 안녕하세요.

How nice.

into deeper water by George Snyder – book 3 has arrived!


it’s HERE!!!



and having been a Faithful Fan of The Author for over a decade now (before he became 1904 and we became teamgloria) we know it’s going to be a breathless naughty and Deeply Witty oeuvre.

It reminds us of the writing retreat that we did at a Monastery one new year’s eve when we suddenly heard light scratching on the door of our spare and Quiet candlelight cell and, upon opening the door, George stood there and said:

Of course light scratching is how they attracted attention in Versailles……

and at that moment we thought:

We can’t wait to read the novels that this man will write.

And here’s book 3. Into Deeper Water (quelle splendid title if we do say so).


*just hoping that a certain Chic british woman called Celia is a pivotal character once more – we did enjoy her plot points in book 1…….

a Most Elegant lunch.


just returned from a Most Elegant Lunch at the St Regis.

no! we can’t Possibly tell you who (whom?) we were with. but he (yes, there is a secret picture just here) is a Most Distinguished and Terribly Sophisticated man – you may Know Him. do you?


such a glorious life we lead.

as does he. (he leaves for Abroad, shortly).

leafy glade and summer breezes

good morning :)

en route to swim (alas at local pool and not in the cool waters off Portofino followed by lunch at Clooney’s with a secretive heiress and her impressive hounds in tow) and wanted to share this leafy glade detour we always take.


some most delicious social occasions ahead – a brunch AND a chez amies UWS* visit and early supper (we did one last night too – forgot how lovely some people are – we might do a little more of the embracing the more social arts within moderation, of course, or one is so terribly drained for one’s ART)

*UWS (for our british friends) is upper west side of manhattan. the locale of literary-and-black-turtleneck-wearing-writers.