we were in Studio City at teatime, interviewing a very glamorous person for an upcoming column (you may have guessed, yes, we’re stockpiling articles because we’re about to start on a New Project as who-we-are-in-RL and get Terribly Busy) and There it was – – – –
and about five chandeliers.
in a shop called “swag”.
we stopped dead in our tracks and slipped inside and in a reverie sought out the owner (a certain Diane Peiffer, interiors expert/designer/collector/genius for the last thirty years in this Tinseltown) and said (in a hushed whisper so we didn’t disturb the chandeliers)
may we take pictures?
and she said yes.
so here they are – isn’t it a GORGEOUS place?!
so – we asked Diane – as we floated around the shop taking photographs –
how often do you go to Paris on purchasing trips?
there was a pause.
I’ve never actually been to Paris.
but everything in here is so-very-Parisian!
we said, with delicate confusion, and surprise – the entire shop was a tiny corner of Parisian late 18th century boudoir-gloriousness.
my grandmother was French……..
clearly it’s in your blood
and it Is.
there’s no way someone without French blood could put together that particular combination of glittering lustre, gilt mirrors, cherubs, crosses-be-jewel(l)ed and a low glow as if from candlelight behind a Chinoiserie screen a la Madame Chanel.
now this made us *shiver*
do you know why?
it’s a shop in the very town where We Are From in RL..
which is (according to mr. google) 5437 miles (or 8750.35 kilometres if you’re european) away.
how did it get HERE?
and it is over one hundred years old (all the prints are at witch ball print shop)
so there must be a story.
or at least a story.
for some reason we didn’t buy the print.
not sure why.
perhaps because we knew someone will be in soon and it’s theirs to buy (yes, we think like That).
now you can’t go On the interweb and look at swag because, well, there’s not an interweb site per se (as yet) but Diane has some Pinteresting Items for swag Here.
and if you want to visit swag in RL – here’s the address and a helpful map.
4332 Tujunga Ave, Studio City, CA 91604
and if you Do visit – let us know and we’ll drive over the hill and meet you and we’ll have a cafe creme here – it’s just down the road from swag.
not the only spot of parisian paradise in studio city as you can see – the whole street is full of frivolous delicious beauty and the aroma of chicory-laden sweet embrace of caffeine.
the glamorous person we were interviewing today for an upcoming column, that’s who.
it help to know people who know where the chandeliers are kept in this town.
and now if you’ll excuse us, we must retire with a suitably naughty companion to tell us scurrilous tales of the louche life (and, coincidentally, we’ve just got to the chapter on Paris……)
we shall return tomorrow with an Extract.
either from Rupert’s book – or from one of our (forthcoming) tales.
let’s all dream about Paris tonight.