#eastcoastportraits martyn

isn’t our friend martyn divine-with-a-naughty-twinkle?

and Rather Soulful too….

did you notice that we linked his name to Another Site on the interweb?

that’s because we asked Permission (we always do – and we give Picture Approval which we finds makes people relax – especially when we ask them Naughty Questions and they start to crack up laughing).

you see when we first sent a (very modern) text message to ask martyn if we could take his picture for our #eastcoastportraits sessions we said:

can we tell them who you are in real life?

because we adore martyn’s photography and he creates these Gorgeous Books, one of which we owned Years Before we met him and when we realized that he had taken all those delicious photographs we had perused and dreamed over during Very Long Nights of yearning and good-for-the-soul deep thoughts we were Quite Shy for a short while.

and he said:

yes, darling

because martyn is both english – and grew up in the land down under where unfeasibly beautiful people live and thrive – and so the way he says the “arl” in darling is Extra special.

did you notice who did the introduction to martyn’s book?


Ilse Crawford.

a very quick side note about Ilse.

before we became teamgloria we lived in London and wrote a lot for newspapers and magazines (this was before the interweb mostly so we’re not linking to any of them As Yet – and also because some of them show our Extreme Youthful naivety.) Anyway, Ilse was the Founding Editor of the UK edition of Elle Decoration. One day we happened to be in her office and she said (from her great height – she is impressively tall, or at least appeared rather willowy and Head Girl like to us in those days):

“could you go and write about Shoreditch?”

and we gulped because in all those movies where the Understudy is asked: “Can you Ride?” they always say “YES!” or they don’t get to go on the Set and take over from Gloria Swanson or whomever has a cold that day and can’t appear in the Scene and then get spotted and become A Star.

So we said:


but we had No Idea where Shoreditch was because, in those days, Shoreditch was, if you get our drift, Totally Nowhere (now, of course, we hear it’s Terribly Hip, but then – shudder – nope).

anyway, it was a lovely piece and we got all excited when we saw it in the magazine.

that was a long digression.

Back. To. Martyn.

the other reason we love martyn is that he has one of those Lofts that we always imagined only existed in the early 80s in manhattan – you know – one of those Lofts that looks Really Perfect for rollerskating around with a glow stick around one’s neck and some probably neon-brights-spandex.

it is a bit nerve-wracking taking photos of a photographer but martyn was most kind and indulged us and didn’t look nervous that we didn’t check the light meter/metre/counterthingy Once (because we have a clever camera that does it for us you see) and we just kept talking and shooting and admiring the general glorious new-york-ness of his place…..with all the books and the paintings and the Art and the textiles…..

and the silk flowers and the lighting and the Huge windows and……Most Especially martyn’s shoe collection which is straight out of Alice-in-Wonderland-meets-Carnaby-Street-1979-love.

such a fabulous morning………

thank you, darling.

New York in the Fall: the shoes, sunsets and sequins.

it was a delicious autumnal day in New York yesterday – were you here? Or was it also glorious where You were?

the view over the park in the (early-ish – ok, not so early to be honest) morning was crisp, green and dewy.

it’s an odd weather time – one needs a little cashmere (just a very light one) for the evening – perhaps just over the shoulder – especially if one has been swimming (hurrah!) and is heading up to the Upper East Side to meet up with friends.

isn’t the upper East side different?

even the typography on the buildings is from a different era and the hair – don’t get us started – there’s shades of blonde up there that haven’t been seen anywhere outside of 1930s Hollywood – the creamy waves-set-into-a-fall – amazing and inspiring –

you know – we do believe we feel a Set At Kenneth’s coming on:


so the cashmere was also useful when enjoying the Tremendously beautiful sunsets over the Park – at 90th (we Rarely go up this far – quelle adventurous)

talking of textiles and draping and fun stuff – we almost felt ready to shimmy up the look (post Corporate America) when, during a Very Lovely meeting we looked down at the shoes and saw darling 1920s sort of t-bar (the line is called Joy Chen, apparently, but the designer’s name in RL is – Glory – almost the same – isn’t that splendid? and even more splendiferous that she’s a designer from the Other Coast)

and the sequins – there were lots of tiny sequins in palest cream, lemon and chiffon around yesterday from (another West Coast Designer) Maria Bianca Nero.

so that’s decided:

1. a set by Kenneth

2. some tip-tap-shoes

3. tiny sequins

feeling all Rather Modern like Julie Andrews doing-the-tap-tap-i-oca

shall we?

so – for autumn – hair, shoes, sequins and a Lot of Sunsets.

Fall sounds lovely. Or Autumn for our English friends and – Rather Confusingly – Not in the Southern Hemisphere where they’re starting to choose athletic swimwear and stock up on Factor Whatever.






shoes and chandeliers. #madrid

Not Doctor’s Orders to do three night-time-day-job-engagements so we fulfilled our commitments today (two speeches, both went Very Well, we thought Modestly) and showed Up to the fiesta this evening (long black dress, ballet shoes, sleek hair, pearls, pashmina – black one tonight, scarlet went down Rather splendidly Last Night) albeit Briefly.

and then took a little walk back to the hotel for an Early night, following a Light supper.


The hotel is lovely.

And we did enjoy a chandelier supported by a more Modern lighting rig ;)

Oh! Forgot to share……..our lady colleagues wore quite Delicious shoes – we took a few snaps…….



Impressive, non?


ancestors, shoes, fireflies and two questions.

have you met teamgloria’s ancestors, darling?

aren’t they Just MAGNIFICENT?

we hooted with joy upon seeing them in a Vintage Magazine recently.


how’s your day?

we had a lovely meeting with someone in some Very Spiffy Shoes:

rather 30s spats, non? lovely.

then there was a Lot of Work (am quite creaky in the shoulders from the typing and the phone-holding-under-the-ear-ness)….a Lot Today.

including some deeply interesting stuff we can’t talk about but will definitely be included in an autobiography at some Juncture, we imagine.

the day we met……

that sort of thing.

and the day started Very Early.

hello, dawn, basically.

then this was a magical moment a Bit Later on.

as we looked over from the desk, we kept seeing flashes of light – it was the sunlight quickly reflecting on the metallic tops of automobiles as they sped under the trees and on and up through the park. For a second it felt like there were fireflies darting through the leaves, letting themselves bask in the light.

see. we almost get a tiny bit, you know, poetic.

which isn’t easy in the sniper fire of midtown manhattan, lady.


two questions for You.

  1. when is your next vacation? Give dates and tell us it’s booked. Not that “I’m thinking of Venice” type response. Dates. And a confirmation email notification from your online booker (or private secretary if you’re that Smart). 
  2. when is your next massage booked? And come back to leave us a note here when you wake up the next day to thank us.

no arguments.

it’s hard work out there.

you Deserve It.

answers in the little box below, darlings.

go on.

you’ll feel better.

and it’ll make us smile prettily.


the event of the cute shoes

darlings – we were at a special event representing our Day Job

so must stay silent on as to






But oh – the duo-tone Chic was delicious ;)




we even managed to sneak in a moment of reflection (much desired, recently) at Pastis.



and as we walked home, to get changed for this evening’s festivities, it started to snow.

greenwich village looked very 19th century as the skies darkened and snowflakes settled onto our agnes b hat.