pearls, sunrises and storytelling.


a lovely day ahead. and another gorgeous morning sky.

what are Your plans for the day? (although we assume that you’ve already had most of it wherever in the World you are – was it a Thursday as you had hoped? or not… tell)

so, we’re working at the Photographic Studio over there *pointsvaguelytotheValley* as who-we-are-in-RL is on a consulting mission.

then there *might* be a haircut (if we can get a last minute appointment which you often Can in Koreatown and wouldn’t get anything but a shocked silence on the phone in Manhattan if one tried to do so, just so you don’t attempt it – we like to spare your *blushes*)


we *almost* forgot – who-we-are-in-RL had our piece about Highland Park published here:


and TONIGHT we’ll be at the storytelling event to cheer her on


…..although we HEARD (not necessarily on the grapevine because, well, they aren’t any round about here and we’re not sure why a Vine would tell Tales anyway) that she Won’t Be Mentioning Us.


what on EARTH is she going to talk about then?


(and we noticed that she didn’t use our moniker on the line up either – just being herself, then? hmmmm…..)

when she was Rehearsing at teamgloria towers (not “off book” but she does a nice “reading from the script” sort of on-a-bare-stage-at-the-CBS-studio circa 1966 performance), we noted that the general tone she’s preparing for the storytelling event tonight is one of a “Saloniste” – as our good friend (sadly departed) Mr. Bertrand Russell might say. 

it *might* not be Quite the Tone that the other performers decide on for themselves – but as far as we can tell from our (not really) extensive Research – she’s the only European so we do need to stand up for the team.

which is why we said “Wear the Pearls” when we had our rehearsal at home.  

a funny (well not funny-ha-ha – more funny “oh that is amusing” with a Dame. M. Smith raised eyebrow and twinkly eyed expression) story about the Pearls:

many moons ago we happened to be at a “street fair” in Greenwich Village and we spotted a beautiful set of pearls on a black velvet (we *think* it was black velvet, we might be making that bit up, perhaps it was a heavy cream silk) stand.

now the thing about Greenwich Village is two-fold – one is that nobody knows whether you’re wearing real (inherited/won in a gambling debts settling of accounts) or fake gems.

you see nobody really cares about pearls anymore in Greenwich Village (unlike on the Upper East Side where one wears a single strand and still hopes, against hopes, to be invited to Jackie Kennedy’s place for tea-with-lemon-no-sandwiches-or-cake).

so we didn’t know if they were real, or not.

the other thing (because we said it was a two-fold answer so here’s Part ii) is that “house clearances” often happen when a person of a great and wonderful age decides it is time to depart for other worlds beyond this one.

in Greenwich Village they might depart having lived in their apartment since 1951 (which means the landlords have been Agonizing over its rent control for Many Decades) and as The Village is a place for bohemians, one might well not have a family (or not have spoken to them for many a year) and so the Pearls they leave behind could be Real (and end up in a “house clearance” and thus on a black velvet or heavy cream silk stand in a Stoop Sale one early summer in the new Millennium).

we wore them for years.

someone who knows about jewels fingered them (in a not unpleasant way) and said, “oh yes, they’re real” and we just smiled winsomely.

cut to the chase.

they weren’t.

we took them all over the world (and perhaps their former owner did too) but in the past few weeks the covering on each pearl just peeled off……so we let them go to the four winds (are there really only four? it feels like so many more).

and bought some new ones.


you see there are no stoop sales with pearls in Los Angeles (that we’ve seen) so we bought these at one of those FUN shops where young ingenues in their early 20s buy Bling (and call it thus).

you’d never know.

because who-we-are-in-RL carries them off as if Nancy Mitford just turned to her at a glorious weekend in the country and said, “Do have Mine, darling girl, they’d suit you.”

but you know the truth.

at least about the pearls.


recognition and empty streets and vintage fashion and movie memories


That’s a delicious surprise…….we woke up to the splendid news that granta magazine had become a teamgloria reader and several Staff members re-tweeted us – here’s one!



That’s the lovely thing about time zones. One can go to sleep and wake up with recognition from Abroad!

Today was full of blustery walks to meetings and appointments and taking time to adjust to the new season.





Now this fashionable stop was a welcome respite from the Rain.

In a tiny Bijou boite of a store on w10th (240 to be exact) we stopped dead outside the window of Madame Matovu because we saw a book by Carrie Donovan.

We entered.


We used to have Carrie Donovan’s office.

We said; not knowing if the Proprietor would know of whom we spoke.



rosemary wettenhall said.

She was amazing. We don’t have anyone that is Quite like her these day!

We were so excited to find another CD fashion devotee that we stayed a while and took a note of her excellent merchandise and will make a Plan to Return.

Gorgeous place.


Well. Wouldn’t you?

What’s that?

Oh. Yes. We did have CD’s office. We forgot we could not tell You Before.

The fashion editor’s office for The Bazaar became our office in 2006 when (who we are in real life) we moved in to “head up mobile for Hearst Magazines USA (But we shall Not Dwell on our Other Life here, darlings). We felt CD still lurked there, waiting for a memo from you know who.


So we put a picture of CD in a sparkly frame and had the distinct impression she was Very Pleased.

The rest of our day?

Rushed. But pleasurable.

And a swim.


Such a giggle that our gym has a chandelier!

Non? Precious. As DV would have said. (not that she would have known what a gym was….)

Before we go – look at what we saw en route en passant Greenwich village.




Did we ever tell You we used to keep Richard Bohringer in gauloises or was it gitanes on a movie set?

Yes. Monsieur Bohringer himself

Can you guess which movie?

Two clues: we wore Gaultier and Richard spoke (broken) English.

Do guess.

It’ll be fun.

diana vreeland’s address book and the beauty of insomnia

so, darlings, yesterday we took a stroll through greenwich village as the sun warmed the morning-after-the-night-before landmarks……

and then, later, as the sun set over the trees, coming home.

and in between there was a lovely conversation at the day job which involved us blowing bubbles against the manhattan skyline (after all the important Talking was done, of course).

and – Quite by surprise – we got the opportunity to see Diana Vreeland’s address book (there was an event to celebrate the documentary which, naturellement, we are seeing on Saturday)


Oh, darlings, how we Wish we could have peeked inside.

Can you imagine?

Probably lots of naughty little anecdotes and annotations in the margin by each person’s Home Telephone Number like:

wears awful hats.

and comments such as:

adores Chinese blue.

of course we do the same (but in a Much Kinder way):

has lovely long-haired golden labrador called Max

and Where we Met:

that dreadful conference somewhere outside San Mateo, 1999 – met in the elevator – talked about Auden.

doesn’t everyone?

we also note names of books published, gallery opening nights, pets, children, partners (hmmm, probably should be in a different Order, oh well).

and moments of kindness – especially noted. always.

on the subject of the beauty of insomnia (as promised in the Title of this post) – we have found it has its “upside” as the americans say.

we’ve read a Lot recently (and we read constantly as you’ve probably guessed)

and the apartment is Very Neat (that’s sort of tous jours anyway – we abhor mess and own no clutter as you know)

but we’ve also been so Tired during the day that we’re drifting through some painful moments with something like equilibrium (Very Rare) – not too exhausted to care – but in some beautiful netherworld of below the surface calm-ness-and-joy.

it’s odd.

but quite Lovely actually.

and this is manhattan (for now – we mean it will always be Manhattan – but we’re heading To The West by the end of the year or Very early next – or perhaps a tiny bit bi-coastal until we’re sorted…..) so there are places to hang out and talk to a friendly chef (we adore chefs) in the late hours while looking up from one’s book (we took Paul Auster with us – in paper-pages, we didn’t have the Actual Paul Auster with us, in corporeal form) to speak a few words of Italian (just a few but we’re Very Charming and lilting in our use of the ancient floral language of Venezia and the crime families of Sicily) and order a little more Pellegrino, grazie – prego – bene – amore.

it’s delicious.

reading – late night conversations with chefs – a little Italian – a long walk around the well-lit bits of soho to burn off some energy of-the-day and then, a soothing bubble bath, radio 4 – yes, still Awake… finishing Auster and picking up Rick Moody (again, metaphorically, darlings) and suddenly seeing words on the page that help one feel Completely Understood.

well – isn’t that the beauty of words and writers and ideas and the beauty of insomnia?

a deeper understanding.

empathy reaching through paper-pages, written years ago, perhaps not far from where we read (many writers live Nearby, we’ve heard and sometimes seen).

New York City, noteworthy for its insomniacs. Light upon all the insomniacs, across this city, metropolis of insomniacs. They are there, in the despair of another night, out on the couch in the living room to avoid waking their husbands or wives, or insomniacs are in the tub, and they are reading, or they are thinking, or the insomniacs are regretting at the instant of dawn. No one asks how they spend the middle of the night, no one who doesn’t suffer with insomnia wants to know. The insomniacs are the witnesses to the dawn, they are in the tub and looking out on the air shaft, through the one tiny window, where a tiny patch of sky is visible…….

Rick Moody, The Diviners P. 13 – 14

sod the insomnia – we have a new literary crush-ette.


(all we can say is thank Goodness for YSL)




where is everybody? #moleskine

so we joined moleskine “world” – or “myMoleskine” as they call it (if you want to have a look for yourself, dear moleskine-lover – it’s at – you guessed it –

but we seem to be the only entity with the desire to upload a picture (ironic, non?)

how sweet we look.

not sure what we’re going to do on the site.

but it was fun to join.

yet not Nearly as much fun as it was going-through-our-moleskine-collection (last night – in a tidying fit)

look! the First Set (from April 2003++)

and here are a few random ones from then – until now…

these were all from before-becoming-teamgloria*

but you can definitely see a Theme emerging, right?

such fun.

happy friday, darlings.

this is what the Village looked like this morning en route to an Early Morning Meeting for the Day Job.

some Committee has established a Bulletin Board at the corner of Charlton.

just in case the interweb stops working…..

thank god we can all stay in touch if it does.

such a charmingly sweet addition to the ‘hood.

(and tantalizingly speaks of a New Establishment to be opening soon with a Counter – “perhaps for dining” – the mind swims with anticipation.)

yes, spring Has Sprung!

so much to record.

so many moleskines to fill up with ideas and dreams and potions and portents and deliciousness.

novel-grazing, milky coffee, autumnal walk around greenwich village and leaving the past behind.

lady-of-letters suggested a sunday stroll around greenwich village and we Whooped with joy as that meant bookshops, cafes and autumn leaf strewn streets.

And it Did.




and en route to meet up with some like-minded folks as dusk fell, we saw a movie shoot, just off 7th. Quelle glam!


we are now winding down in a spot not far from chez nous and flooded with Relief.

ever since the Surgery, we have been trying to be Kind and also True.

and there had been something weighing on our mind for a little while. some, how can we put this, some Not Good behavior/naughtiness on our Part……..and we just faced up to it and owned up to it and it was accepted (by the Injured Party) and now we feel Light and Free.

because, darlings, leaving the Past behind frees up a Vast amount of magical “energy” (deep meaningful nods from the Other Coast) and we are Whooshed into the Next Chapter rather Swiftly.

(imagine stance as per Barbra on the boat singing Don’t Rain On My Parade)

triumphant, darlings. yet beautifully humble, too, of course ;)


greenwich village diner. After a Most Creative day.

spent the afternoon listening to David Sylvian (Japan and post), Dead Can Dance and Strawberry Switchblade while madly decoupaging.

It’s all still drying so just a ‘mood’ shot, for now.



And then we headed out for supper with ABM at a Most Classic diner while he gave us entrepreneurial guidance for our Next Chapter.



and there was a girl with a pearl earring there too (shhhhh)


We feel most Uplifted and Hopeful.


The thing is, the Day Job is so much more pleasant if one is also living one’s dream, darlings.

Tobias taught us that much with his tumor/tumour lessons. Painful. But necessary.

climbing roses in greenwich village

walking through greenwich village after a lovely evening at hundred acres restaurant for a friend’s birthday – the local football team is practicing and gearing up for the season, traffic winds down south to lincoln tunnel and the roses enjoy the not-yet-twilight. life is good.

Greenwich village evening.

It was a beautiful evening to walk through Greenwich village to meet friends up on fifth at 12th where I took this shot. Felt almost poetic as I watched the sunlight fade softly through the trees against mellow 19th century brick facades. Yes, I’m beyond tired. It was a long week. And today included the request “please remove your pearls so we can do the sonogram on your neck.” not my favorite piece of dialogue, it has to be said.