we went to silver lake last night and there was laughter and thai food take-out and candles, roses, tons of magazines and sparkly mineral water, scissors, glue and glaze.
we were doing Vision Boards.
vision boards are not only magical but Awfully Helpful in revealing what one might be looking for or about to arrive if only one would Stop long enough to see the train pull in and not run to the station ahead on the Line and see it leave.
plus some of the Best people do such things, don’t you know.
and it IS Los Angeles – we must adhere to at least a few of the local customs.
they’re so delicious. yes.
words+pictures = a new life.
just as we had hoped and wrote about the day-before-we-moved-back-to-this-Coast.
what we’re a little Perplexed By are the two old wooden doors to the left and the right of the image – the beautiful chap is definitely portrait photography (and a tiny bit reminiscent of a shot by Mr. Ritts which is an awfully good sign) – there are words/books/morebooks mentioned and a preponderance of satin and designer fragrances (on the right track already with both then) – there’s a chandelier (phew) and a 1930s Hollywood shot of Mr. Grant and the twinkling lights from over Mullholland Drive and our favo(u)rite place for tea (and christmas morning breakfasts) – chateau marmont
– but the Doors – are they of Perception?
“There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.”
― Aldous Huxley
we Just got back from the Farmers Market with an armful of roses and swinging bags of fruit and vegetables (and marinated olives from the greek lady) and need to get ready for Brunch (most definitely pictures Later – there’s a garden Visit as well – glorious).
But here was last night’s delight.
Noel Coward’s Fallen Angels at the Pasadena Playhouse – with George who also wrote about our evening here – and a smattering of courtyard twinkle lights and elegant conversation.
the theatre was built in 1917 and has seen Many-a-Noel-Coward Production – and this one was SUPERB!
we expected it to be Good.
but it was bloody-good (as Noel might say).
lots of farcical and Amusing behavio(u)r and a snappy sense of Fun.
and a Lot of confused and silly-adorable-ness antics.
one usually doesn’t need to talk about the Set if the production was excellent (because it’s often all one Can talk about if it Really isn’t) but this one was a delicious chocolate box of a drawing room with painting and blue-blue-satin fabrics on the pert sofa and a baby-grand (complete with german-bar-room-singing-maid-smoking-furtively at one point – always wry and genius.)
the evening was a dream.
a lovely drive East to Pasadena as the sun set in the rear view mirror – Handel on the audio system – george in the passenger seat providing elegant conversation.
and we got the Time wrong so we were a full Hour or so Early and could even drift into a second-hand bookshop and find a stack of 1989 – 1990 H&G magazines for a steal which we spent several hours this morning pouring over while eating strawberries.
quelle blissful sunday.
before we fully embark on our day here in southern California – recipe for a perfect Friday:
a simple breakfast, writing.
an attentive dog.
lots of european press.
Monocle radio. (on the iTouch, beamed in via London.)
deep bubble bath, by candlelight (so decadent in the daytime hours)
a drive around sleepy hills above silverlake, while most people are still dozing or stretching or dreaming up new movie plots to pitch to studios when everyone returns post-thanksgiving.
and stopping in at cafe tropical, on sunset boulevard, to admire the balloons.
We are stranded in very far north America in the bit that has a border with the USA but no yellow cabs to get team gloria home!
All flights are delayed.
No idea why.
And no brain to question as to why because, darlings, we just got off a BLOODY 13 HOUR flight from CHINA.
During which we slept for ten hours.
So no need for the drama, Maud.
All one big delicious adventure.
And always an opportunity for a tiny flirt…….surely?
team gloria woke up to the sound of trains and just KNEW they were italian. and they were. but so horribly close to the hotel ;-)
after a deliciously simple breakfast and a cursory reading of the WSJ european edition (hmmm, the world of finance and big business seems to be heading for the hills, no?) we took a walk and found a beautiful church, a small row of shops – a cafe, a newsagent and a fruit stand – yes, we’re going to be there in a few moments enjoying some downtime before an afternoon and evening of (day job) work.
btw, what NOT to say #2: the amount of people who’ve emailed team gloria and said:
“they don’t think it’s serious if the surgery isn’t until september 9th”
have caused us to wrinkle up our noses in pain and shudder silently at the unthinking hurt they cause.
so we respond:
it was the first available surgery date.
and try to move on with our day in milano, darlings.
photographs later, we promise.