cafes, galleries, purple blossoms and the column


a few snapshots from today – another magical set-of-moments – revolving most deliciously around cafes, meetings-with-deeply-interesting-people, galleries, writing, more photographs and the purple blossom *looksvaguelytocamera* which must have a pretty name but we can’t recall it right now (do you know? you do? do tell!) which is covering los angeles with its inky fronds.


oh yes.

and we met one of our Artistic Heroes today – we interviewed David Fahey for next week’s column and *swooned* at seeing the originals of The Greats on the walls.

most Especially this one. 

oh god.

the stories, darlings.

the Tales of photographers and travel and the Eye and the spirit and everything.

we are going to enjoy writing next week’s column.

what’s that?


you are delicious.

thank you for asking.

this week’s column?

An art supply store and a pie shop from the early 1970s. 

you are Most Kind.




two galleries, swimming in a rooftop pool, and tea with george.

after brunch – and the saturday FT read cover-to-cover (yes, in print, darlings) – at Chateau Marmont (see earlier post), we still had a little while before we could check into the Chamberlain Hotel, so we drove down La Brea to see a couple of exhibitions.


Mark Shaw photographs at Swedish design and furniture store, Svenska Mobler (gorgeous 1950s Dior couture gowns and models in pale slipper pinks and blues smiling archly at the camera – ah, those were the days).

then to see Ellen Von Unwerth’s show at Fahey Klein.

we do enjoy Ellen’s (naughty minxy vixen-esque shots) work but we felt a Tiny bit Disappointed as we were sure we’d seen All of this work before……

confession: ***in a former life (not literally, darlings, using that as a metaphor for the many chapters in la vie de gloria), we worked with Ellen Von Unwerth (really!)…’s a very short (but good) story for another time. but all we can say is that it was London and there was glitter (the sort you put on frames, not faces) and it was Very Glamorous on opening night.

more another time.

we promise.

she was charming (but has a very impenetrable accent so we mostly nodded and tried to decode what she’d said afterwards to be honest).

insider tip: if you want a chandelier (and you know we Adore a Chandelier), La Brea has Tons.


finally it was Time to Check in.

(have you noticed we’ve been Rather Sociable on this trip? staying with AH near the Ocean on sunday/monday – then to Palm Springs to stay with GB + Z – and then back to L.A, more correctly, to Silverlake to stay with @tjenamoss/MN).

do you want to know why?

(we’re going to tell you anyway as it’s our blog, but feel free to skip the explanation if you’d prefer to not pause in the narrative – we understand – we do it too)

it’s the post-surgery-gloria-ness. not only are we Not Quite ourselves (energy, mood, tears), but we’ve discovered it’s rather Nice to stay with people (just a couple of nights, we know our – and their – limit to stay within the bounds of etiquette). late night chats and morning tea and wheat-free toast in the kitchen and making plans and watching movies and television and walking and sharing experiences are actually Lovely.

but now we’re down to the final couple of days of our vacation and so decided a weekend in our favourite/favorite/beloved hotel to swim – read – write – sleep – smile – breathe – drive – would be a Splendid idea.

so we’re at the Chamberlain for the weekend (sob! flying back monday – but looking forward to seeing our delicious NYC friends again – it’s been too long…)

for a start, they are always so happy to see us (and not just because they are in L.A, although friendly is a byword for almost all hospitality roles here) and Take Care of us (we got a very nice room again – look….)

and they have a splendid POOL on the ROOF (bliss).

so we unpacked and grabbed a long linen shift and our large Jackie O glasses and flip flops (with a little wedge for that illusion of height) and climbed the stairs to the rooftop-ness and swam for several minutes with a large smile on our face.

we were a Tiny Bit apprehensive about appearing in a bathing suit, to be honest (medication has not been kind in that area), but it went Rather Well.*

*the rooftop pool environs were almost entirely full of suspiciously good-looking male models enjoying each other – or just the reflection in each other’s mirrored Aviator shades – so we felt most comfortable and not at all self-conscious at the lack of a Californian tan (have to keep the scar covered up if we sunbathe tomorrow, as planned – strategically placed napkin from room service should do it, darlings ;-)

No time to waste!

we swam and then headed back downstairs as we had Tea With George at 4pm.

oh. it was lovely to see him.

particularly as he had gifts for us (we Adore a Parcel)!

a t-shirt (a fresh one, but the same as worn by the Terribly sexy waiters) from the launch party of his first novel: On Wings of Affection

here’s the back of the t-shirt……….saucy, no?

we are not a big t-shirt wearer so we’ve decided to hang it in the closet, in SoHo, and ask friends to model it when they come round and we’ll photograph them for you.

another gift!

George has finished his second novel!

we were Thrilled to be given our very own signed copy (especially as we were at the photo shoot for the cover)

and we blushed profusely to note we are mentioned in the acknowledgements (so kind!)

and it’s now available (hint, darlings) to purchase on Amazon….

as we’ve mentioned before, there’s a lovely cameo by a character called Celia.

at our lovely tea this afternoon, George assures us Celia returns for book 3 (in fact George is already entwined in the Most Fascinating and scarily-close-to-reality’s-twists plot points).

Celia, if you recall, is a most elegant Brit, with a big Day Job in, you guessed it Manhattan.

“She’d shown me that it was possible to dream big and live large. She’d moved to New York and now traveled everywhere in a glamorous job in the world of high finance.”

such a seductive little cameo.

we Can’t Imagine where George got the inspiration for That Character, darlings.


we are now nestled into the high thread count sheets in our quiet room at the Chamberlain (the male models are obviously out “clubbing” we hear not a peep on our corridor) and guess what we’re reading?

amusing appropriate reading for a night in west hollywood, darlings ;-)