it is awfully hard to feel hopeful on a cold winter rainy day

………but we do our best.

even when it is POURING down in manhattan and Pretty Depressing.

still – on the bright side:

there’s always coffee shops and early morning conversations with one’s agent (always such a lovely word to say)….

and talking about novels that made us Thrilled to be alive when we were Much Younger than now.

after our breakfast meeting with our agent we decided to pop into The Strand to see if we could find an escapist novel to keep us warm during this sodden day of rain.

but then we remembered the Vast Pile at home which really ought to be Read First (before it goes to Housing Works as a largescale donation because we’re going to try not to take Everything to Los Angeles – we live in hope that this is possible. It might. not. be).

and, en route to our next appointment, we stopped to gaze at people tenderly parting after what was probably an extended weekend thanksgiving Romance:

there’s a Story taking place, don’t you think?

and we remembered to feel grateful for Rainy Day Television – the BBC is glorious for putting out a 2nd season of The Hour (we adore The Hour – and – ahem – we just happened to get our hands on a DVD of Episode 1 – #thanksDad)

and we had some Consulting to do and things to Say and Places to Be and plans to make for the #moveWest

which requires clippings for research and ink pad stamps and good pens and decent 1960s cards (with the hope that the recipients of our Letters like the cards so much – and thus us – that they pin them up on noticeboards – do people still have noticeboards? *thinksforamoment* maybe not – oh well, we hope the kind of people We write to Do)

and then we became Very Despondent about the Rain and sunk into a Tiny Despair (when we really don’t have time to indulge in such an overwhelming depressing nature of Emotion).

but then, just when the soaking-coat-and-wilting-hat-under-pouring-rain gets to us…..someone has a Delicious heartfelt and meaningful response to something we’ve done/said/photographed and the sun (metaphorically) comes out again.

bliss.

isn’t the interweb and connecting via blogs and friendship and tea and novels and Everything just the best counteraction to feeling blue with the Rain?

we think so.

what do you do when it rains, darlings?

#eastcoastportraits: stacy and zack and sidney.

to everything there is a season.

we’ve been thinking a Lot about this, darlings, mainly because we have seen many-a-season change (especially in NYC which has at least four, per year, L.A, not so many, apart from cRaZY santa ana winds season, occasional rainy day and mostly SunnyAnd70, and, of course, in Europe, one might experience the Fashion Seasons – or at least, we once did – as who-we-were-in-RL) and in Asia-Lands we recall tumultuous rains and blistering heat, seasons in themselves, if rather Dante-esque, tis true.

but (yes, yes, getting Back to the Point) we have seen many people recently go through their own seasons-changing and starting anew and afresh and building new Lives and houses and plants-growing and children-learning-language-and-ideas and starting Something that will carry one ever-so-elegantly on to a new land (metaphorical or Actual).

and knowing people for a while, as we have now, in Manhattan these past (very nearly) seven years (if one is Rounding up to 2013 instead of admitting the Actual date of July 2006) well, we have seen many new seasons starting for Friends true.

like stacy.

who has been many roles and always-herself and yet-changing-changing-always-too in a Most Glorious and goddess-like way (with the closet-of-unfathomably-goddess-heels to boot).

we used to work together in a skyscraper.

many moons ago.

and we connected instantly and there were Many quick and happy brainstorms and Ideas and Projects and Launches of new technology-concepts (for tis such that we both worked on together in Those days).

we always came away Energized and invigorated and Very Smiley after a time in Stacy’s office or when meeting-for-tea or a lunch during a conference where we slipped out to Think and digest and sip italian fizzy mineral water and brim over with ideas.

and then there’s Zack.

freshly becoming 9 years old, a Rather splendid age, and with a Great Deal going on and a beautiful soul emerging.

who knows where Zack will go and all the Places he’ll see.

and then there’s Sidney.

Sidney would like you to sit on the rich darkest hue of emerald velvet 1930s-style couch, near the eau-de-nil walls, which sets Everything off so beautifully, just near the softest-of-soft cashmere-mix-warmest-blanket and only then will he jump into your lap and look adoringly into your eyes.

for Sidney there is not a season – there is the world of the couch.

for Zack we will look intrigued as he emerges into his seasons and shows us what is in Store.

and Stacy – Stacy is the Phoenix.

 

 

 

 

 

what’s in a name? plenty, mister. so use the right bloody one #myfuckingnameis.tumblr.com

well This becoming gloriaOUS did feel Liberating, darlings!

try it for yourselves: goshmyfuckingnameis.tumblr.com/

gosh.

felt Naughty.

and yet ever so Nice.

*why the picture? we hear you ask.

um, well, we Do enjoy an illustrated post and it just Happened to be where we were standing (corner of broadway + prince in case you have a yearning for a red brick industrial building – and who could blame you, darlings.)

plus (bonus NYC moment) – it’s the Dean and Deluca emporium so you could grab a delicious caffeine based beverage and a set of bamboo place mats too.

more, later.

we’re having coffee with a friend from Espana, shortly……..#suchaglamsaturday