hipster sunday

for some reason, darlings, the Hipster gods, shone a glint of Bowery and Chelsea Hotel and Diner counters and Lots of coffee and gave us a joyful sunday.







It must have been the influence brought into our day by the gift of Balenciega (cream, not couture).


Fragrance is a deeply potent and seductive new directive Force.

It makes people do strange and wondrous things.

estee, chloe, boudoir – and opium.



so we had a very glamorous breakfast this morning – we were both in Large Dark Glasses (it was bloody early) and no, darlings, we can’t say with whom we ate (well, neither of us actually ate, ’twas a fashionable breakfast – food? non. coffee, mais oui, and keep-it-coming).

but the Best dialogue ever overheard as we left.

your fragrance is divine.

thank you.

it’s…….? (leans in for an elegant neck moment)




since…..(insert year – and no we’re not saying)





yes, since (ahem – no year mentioned again but we all had Big hair that year)

isn’t that divine?

and then we overheard.

off to the tents, now.

we were a Tiny bit confused and then remembered what’s on at the lincoln center, and it’s not a Cher revival.

such delicately perfumed dialogue got us thinking about all the fragrances one has worn over the years……..too many to count…..Chanel No. 5, of course, a perennial (and initially stolen from a lover’s ex-lover’s supply in a bathroom cabinet Late one night in North London – a Very complicated story for another time, er blog ;-)


and there was That relationship where we attempted to get all grown up and into Armani (Gio?) (the relationship of the pale mini skirt suits with paler contrasting silk shell tops, what Were we thinking?).

ah! the spritz of l’air du temps and we’re straight back at boarding school envying the Nordic girls who had long straight hair (with no kicky bit on the right that refused to stay inside the elastic band) that was held back by a simple tortoiseshell clip.

and the one that reminds us of one of our (sadly no longer with us) mentors is Estee – whenever a glorious woman of about 80, wearing a simple Grecian shift and Large glasses and fabulous cropped hair, walks into a restaurant she’s Always in Estee by Estee.


we feel you leaning in to our neck with a questioning look…..


ah. yes.


what are you wearing?

yes, we want to hear from the chaps too.

do tell.

do. tell.