birds flying high…


a few pictures before we turn in for the night because it’s unlikely we’ll have time to Post in the morning – two conferences – and a      l   o    n   g     drive between them – lots of singing in the car no doubt – maybe this:

Birds flying high you know how I feel
Sun in the sky you know how I feel
Breeze driftin’ on by you know how I feel

It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life
For me
And I’m feeling good

Fish in the sea you know how I feel
River running free you know how I feel
Blossom in the trees you know how I feel

It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life
For me
And I’m feeling good

Dragonflies out in the sun you know what I mean, don’t you know
Butterflies all havin’ fun you know what I mean
Sleep in peace when the day is done
And this old world is a new world
And a bold world
For me

Stars when you shine you know how I feel
Scent of the pine you know how I feel
Oh freedom is mine
And I know how I feel

It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life
For me
And I’m feeling good


what we’re listening to…….#singItAretha


there’s a “meme” on the interweb where people share “what they are listening to” Right Then – at that moment – when they’re writing to you.

so here’s ours. 

*shivers* isn’t it just Delicious?

and a good companion to our pictures from yesterday IMHO (do you know that one? In My Humble Opinion – #cute)


tight up against a “water feature” at a lovely lunch spot in the Valley where we Talked and Listened and laughed and felt understood and curious about what’s next and so on – the Best sort of Lunch. Thank you, Mo. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

the valley is alive with the fragrance of pink-gold-flutey-blooms. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

when we drive down Laurel Canyon, we always take a little peek at the houses nestled up against the hillside – what are their lives like? and did Joni Mitchell ever pop by for a glass of fizzy italian mineral water in 1967? it’s entirely Possible around here…

another track?

here’s what we’re listening to Right Now.

more pictures?

you are Terribly Kind to us.


we went through the first (gasp!) 158 pages written (that’s double-spaced for our Agent and potential Editors at Publishing Houses to read – it’ll actually be a slim volume because we adore a slim volume) and picked up some loose strands and stuff-we-need-to-expand-on and so forth. a073495897d811e2b74c22000a9f1427_7

the creamy white roses at the farmers’ market last sunday were a tiny bit too green for our taste so we thought we’d Kick it Up (as they say in fashionable circles circa Constance Spry era) and jot a little color/colour/shade into the floralness around here. f362c448987a11e2a23c22000a1f9d66_7

as you can see it makes a delightfully almost shocking accent in a almost syrie maugham paleness of room. ff5c628c981a11e2979522000a9f309d_7 and last night we took a moment to open up the horizontally sliding windows and gaze up at the hollywood hills and hear the slight plip-plip-ripple of the swimming pool in the full moon breezes and just feel completely at home and, well, Terribly Grateful.

during that reverie we turned Pandora to a station of our choosing (start with aretha and nina simone and you can’t go wrong – here’s a little nina for you, darlings)

it’s only 07:36AM and we are almost ready *looksdoubtfullytocamera* to leave the house and drive north – not far – depending on traffic – need to set out early – into the Valley to start our day.

happy friday lovelies.

hotel rooms: roses, linens, chandeliers and Nina Simone.

we just slipped away from tonight’s event – a little face time, smiles, a few bon mots, tiny bit of intelligensia and a Lot of satin gowns (yes, we wore a little satin bias cut ourselves and carried a clutch ;) just on the odd occasion and yes we Do feel odd doing it….

And now we’re back in the hotel room to rest and catch our breath and slip into a more tranquil mood – satin, linens, roses, chandeliers and listening to Nina Simone – divine And delicious.



This from earlier in the lobby of George V, we don’t have an original Sargent in our room, darlings.


This was dawn seen with the shutters wide open…..

we held the iTouch into the glimmering light while playing La Vie En Rose.


Before the work day started, we swam (oh yes, curves are taming nicely) and had to stand by the locked doors with a gentle pleading look as the staff smiled in shock that a guest Waited at such an ungodly Heure of 0635 but there’s So much to Do. And took a lovely walk in the Very cold air before attending a breakfast and being attentive and solicitous as Required.

Slight awkward moment.

One of our colleagues from eastern lands had chosen Quentin as his English name.

Quentin Crisp! We said. And went into paroxysms of deliciousness over lilac hair and subsisting on canapé anecdotes. There was a tense moment. We bit into a pain au chocolat (oops) as our guest said Tarantino and turned to the left.

Oh. Not That Kind of Quentin.




We drifted off to hang out with the powder puff of a cat at the mini Dior salon in the Bristol.

A long day. But a beautiful one.

And the party must be over soon downstairs. Shall we slip out into the night for a walk in the misty rain?

Or just stay in and admire the chandelier?

applying creme de nuit while listening to nina simone feels as delicious as it looks in the movies


reading all the Veronique Vienne is paying off……..we just found ourselves applying a rich dollop of creme de nuit while listening to nina simone and remembered all those movie stars we adored during our (much younger days).

this cashmere existence is Every Bit as divine as it looked in all those films.

remember – (as nina sings)

don’t smoke in bed

and if you’ve just had surgery and your surgeon tells you to:

press the scar

don’t look at yourself while you do.

it’s Not kind.

sleep well, beautiful people.