almost autumn.


we had a day of autumn here yesterday!


it was most exciting.

not an Entire Day, actually – because it was over by lunchtime, of course, when the sun finally came out.


but enough fruit-falling-feeling to herald a moment of Philip Larkin which we found here. 

And now the leaves suddenly lose strength.
Decaying towers stand still, lurid, lanes-long,
And seen from landing windows, or the length
Of gardens, rubricate afternoons. New strong
Rain-bearing night-winds come: then
Leaves chase warm buses, speckle statued air,
Pile up in corners, fetch out vague broomed men
Through mists at morning.

And no matter where goes down,
The sallow lapsing drift in fields
Or squares behind hoardings, all men hesitate
Separately, always, seeing another year gone –
Frockcoated gentleman, farmer at his gate,
Villein with mattock, soldiers on their shields,
All silent, watching the winter coming on.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAand, quite naturally, a reflective Feeling gives rise to a little Keats:

Ode To Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimmed their clammy cell.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers;
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir, the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft,
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

John Keats

and again, this morning, it was a slightly chilly start to the day and rather lovely as a consequence of waking early and spending a few moments just looking out of the window.


before getting down to work.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAwhat’s the weather doing in your part of the world?

we note from the world-of-instagram that the sun is already faint over Berlin (both the metaphorical place that is forever Berlin and there where it really lives with its own trains and subways and skyline).


as we mourn the passing of Mr. Lou Reed who passed through his own autumn and reached the winter of his life too, too s o o n.

Portland, Oregon: home of Autumn, coders in beanie hats, great bookstores and coffee lovers


it’s really beautiful here.

this is the land where they keep the Autumnal Season (which as you know, we’d not see normally this time of year, being a Los Angeles resident).

take a look:

magnificent bookshops



with excellent staff picks (and people who stop randomly and talk to you which was a tiny bit unnerving but rather charming – we talked about Tom Robbins because, well, keep scanning down through the pictures and you’ll get the idea)OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA










ok – we need to stop here – so there are lots of divine vintage dress shops here with quite remarkable 1960s and before-hand-fashions.

this emerald green satin was so beautifully shining from the racks that we bought it and no – not going to wear it as a Dress – but we’re going to slice-it-open with dressmaking shears (or, most likely, as we do not Own such implements, a local seamstress/chap will do this) and wear it as a sleeveless sort of glamorous thing over a black outfit (you saw that coming right?) for the Gala Evening at the Bookmarks in South AfricaOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

back to the gloriousness of Autumn. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAisn’t it amazing here?

now we have to admit we were Bundled Up in a warm wool coat and hat at 08:35 hours this morning when Taking these last two shots – but it was worth it.

we’re also b u z z i n g from the dark embrace of caffeine – because Portland, Oregon is justifiably famous for its coffee. 

so work calls – and then a supper – before a Flight and so we Travel.

but we’d like to come back to Portland.

this has been an exceedingly nice Trip.

classic manhattan pied a terre all pale roses, gilt mirrors and shimmering charm


we cannot reveal the divine owner of this pied a terre but we just had to share a few glimpses of a stunning place to sit and talk as the twilight fell over uptown Manhattan.




isn’t it Exactly how you imagined glamorous people Lived in New York back when there was a clinking-and-fizzing of imported Italian minerale eau-ness and a shriek of excitement at the wrapping of something Gorgeous! in satin revealed beneath Clouds of Tissue paper and a discreet cough in the lobby for the Guests have arrived, darling,  and the mixing of tinkling Hollywood blonde voices with sweet baritones from visiting Polish Counts and a removing of heavy wool overcoats with brass buttons and a slithering of Wraps and checking the blush on one’s cheekbone with a shiver of anticipation at whom else Might have been invited too.


It was one of Those apartments.

So happy to have been inside one……..before we leave for the Other Coast.

Thank you, dear one.

What a delicious afternoon!

Can you tell…..

……manhattan is doing its best to tug at our heartstrings……


hello, autumn leaves and Lush skyscrapers. 

New York in the Fall: the shoes, sunsets and sequins.

it was a delicious autumnal day in New York yesterday – were you here? Or was it also glorious where You were?

the view over the park in the (early-ish – ok, not so early to be honest) morning was crisp, green and dewy.

it’s an odd weather time – one needs a little cashmere (just a very light one) for the evening – perhaps just over the shoulder – especially if one has been swimming (hurrah!) and is heading up to the Upper East Side to meet up with friends.

isn’t the upper East side different?

even the typography on the buildings is from a different era and the hair – don’t get us started – there’s shades of blonde up there that haven’t been seen anywhere outside of 1930s Hollywood – the creamy waves-set-into-a-fall – amazing and inspiring –

you know – we do believe we feel a Set At Kenneth’s coming on:


so the cashmere was also useful when enjoying the Tremendously beautiful sunsets over the Park – at 90th (we Rarely go up this far – quelle adventurous)

talking of textiles and draping and fun stuff – we almost felt ready to shimmy up the look (post Corporate America) when, during a Very Lovely meeting we looked down at the shoes and saw darling 1920s sort of t-bar (the line is called Joy Chen, apparently, but the designer’s name in RL is – Glory – almost the same – isn’t that splendid? and even more splendiferous that she’s a designer from the Other Coast)

and the sequins – there were lots of tiny sequins in palest cream, lemon and chiffon around yesterday from (another West Coast Designer) Maria Bianca Nero.

so that’s decided:

1. a set by Kenneth

2. some tip-tap-shoes

3. tiny sequins

feeling all Rather Modern like Julie Andrews doing-the-tap-tap-i-oca

shall we?

so – for autumn – hair, shoes, sequins and a Lot of Sunsets.

Fall sounds lovely. Or Autumn for our English friends and – Rather Confusingly – Not in the Southern Hemisphere where they’re starting to choose athletic swimwear and stock up on Factor Whatever.






after the thunderstorm. TriBeCa and #allgoodthings

we got very quiet today, in splendid contemplation – but also because we might have a cold coming on – or maybe it’s autumn – and perhaps our body remembers the night-before-the-knives on-the-throat a year ago tomorrow.

Or maybe we don’t need excuses to get quiet anymore.

we slept for hours this afternoon and then turned on the lamps, made a pot of english breakfast with lemon, grabbed a stack of interior porn (that’s glossy magazines featuring the gorgeous and the Italian and the deeply beautiful houses with Lives loved and lived by the Glamorous Types for those who thought otherwise for a second ;)

as we took a walk to TriBeCa this morning, we thought that manhattan had its movie-autumnal-attitude on already.

local excitement: new artisanal food joint opened in TriBeCa – all good things………

…….artfully distressed walls, rough hewn wood counters, rough grain bread, dark rich sensuous coffee, pure hits of Brooklyn made chocolate and a bench or two to while away a few minutes while gathering up one’s purchases and exchanging deep meaningful looks with fellow citizens in diesel denim.

You know how it is.

Of course we bumped into the one person we know who lives nearby and had one of those ultimate arthouse film conversations about bamboo and cactus care while her seven year old climbed all over the tall stools in late summer print and blonde hair flying.

It is Awfully Cinematic here right now.

To cap it all – the heat broke and a huge thunderstorm racked the skies so we peeked out onto the fire escape to watch.


the last peach of summer and the first umbrella of fall

today we ate the last ripe peach of summer……..

drizzled with some fine portuguese olive oil….(that’s not true but we wanted to use the picture and tried to tie into the narrative but honesty overwhelmed us suddenly).

and lost the first umbrella in the first rainstorm of fall (autumn for our english chums).

and in between there was a Mad Men lunch with a Deeply cool person (no names, darlings) in a Very Manhattan joint (downtown).

remarkably, we’re still on West Coast time.

Or are we just adjusting to the seasonal switch?

Whatever it is, we found ourselves being a tiny bit sociable after work, swimming lengths (and Trying not to get cross with the Super-competitive chaps in the Lane – we’re so much smaller than they are and we get Irritated when they overtake our graceful yet a little bit languid breast-stroke…….bless you for listening).

Bumping into D in the local Greenwich village grocery made us feel all native new yorker (especially in our respective choices of soy milk – him -and overpriced designer water – us – hey, it had minerals and something electrical, whatever that means, but the black bottle swayed our purchasing decision this time, however it tasted like London Tap, we were Ever so disappointed.

The decision we’ve been waiting for has been put off at Least another ten days. #sigh

So we stocked up on more DVDs.

A Julie Andrews (Modern Millie), an Award Winning agatha Christie TV drama costume drama deliciousness on a train to somewhere glam (and no doubt Deadly) and, um, one we are a Bit embarrassed we bought (but Diane Lane has great hair in it and it’s not the one with the large dog).

Hey, it’s fall in NYC.

You have to stock up on early night’s-to-bed-in-PJs, cold cream and hot tea, darlings.