morning thoughts of storms, exhibitions and building a new life.


there was a terrific windy storm in los angeles last night – the windows rattled and the gusts blew – so we lounged inside, slightly exhausted from the long drive back from palm springs (a delicious Trip!) – and sipped warm milk with a chunky cinnamon  stick and watched Danish TV on DVDs (as one does).


while the wind raged outside, we remembered the Last Time we drove back from Palm Springs – do you recall? It was just-over-two-months-ago and we were driving into the city of angels to start a new life – full of apprehension about apartments and leasing cars and getting a new drivers license and setting up utility bills.

so we did what any pampered princess would do – instead of setting up the aero bed in an empty apartment with no furniture (still on the truck heading West) and no low soothing bedside lamps – we – (ahem) – checked into the Mondrian for the first night back.

and now here we are: 06:57AM, los angeles – in the apartment – with almost All details smoothly-sorted to build something quite fresh and new.



fueled gently by lovely cups of coffee from new orleans.

so – we just looked online for some mention of the storm last night but old news is not good news in Hollywood – unless it has a cultural crisis attached – so while we could Not find anything about Last Night – we did find this delicious headline for a similar storm last year.

Screen shot 2013-03-22 at 7.18.44 AMisn’t that just the Most marvel(l)ous juxtaposition?

we love it here.

Life is unfolding slowly.

sometimes Not in the way we thought at all.

but deliciously.

and in its own sweet way.

which is perfectly fine with us.

for now we book our Next Trip – to NYC – May 1st – if you’re in Town too – to stay with the lovely B, J & sparky (thank you ever so much, chaps) while we open The First Picture Show (gulp) of our photographic Work. *blush*

Screen shot 2013-03-22 at 7.45.18 AM


Let it snow.


and so Athena (the storm, not goddess from ancient Greece) is upon us in the land of the east(ern seaboard)and snow Has Fallen.


the rain preceded the wind and Snow followed.


thank the god(s) we started our day early with a strong cup of coffee and cooing over couture at BuyMyCloset.



followed by Being Helpful over brunch in midtown and generally frowning (prettily) over new Concepts until they were embedded in the frontal lobe cortex (behind the subtle cowlick from new hair do).


no. Darling. Not us. Suzy Parker. But sort of the general wave-cowlick-fun.


Do stay warm.


We have tea and cold milk and fresh European glossy paper dreaminess.

Strongly suggest you do something similar.

It’s wintry out there.

*well. Not for our friends Down Under who are prepping for a toasty beach existence. (with lashings of sun protection, possums.)

east coast portraits: from before the storm: olga and family.

our relief at the end of the dark-time-following-the-storm reminded us that we had not yet posted the 10th in our series of East Coast Portraits!

so here it is – our first Three Generation portrait and two of the wondrous wide-eyed small person. 

thank you to Olga (for everything these past three years – we are Very Grateful to have met you) and to Melissa (kind hostess with delicious coffee and blog-chat) and the wondrous wide-eyed small person for whom we have Great Hopes as a future Manhattanite herself. We shall watch your progress from afar with much curiosity and hope.

thank you, ladies – it was a lovely afternoon.

east coast portraits: lisa and brian: and waiting for the storm part 1


we just returned from a Very Breezy walk around the block to meet up with twenty-five fellow Hardy Souls at the 24 hour diner for a spot of breakfast and companionship.

not many leaves left on the ground from last night’s storm part 1 (or more of a pre-storm, from what we understand with 70mph – whatever that is in old money – off-shore and heading this way) but we could not take photographs as it’s just Too Wet out there for the grown-up camera.

however we Did take photographs at the weekend on a sunny day in Brooklyn after a Splendid Brunch at Lisa and Brian’s house (with actual garden – we adore having friends with gardens and books and Pez dispenser collections).

sunny afternoons in Brooklyn are very important memories when one is Hunkering down against the Storm just a few days later.

of course, cueing up an Observation or two – the most interesting thing about storms is how they bring out not only a sense of impending doom but a need to make Soup (and tea, if you happened to have any british blood) and also a renewed excitement about meeting-someone-before-the-Holidays.

we cannot Tell you how much flirting there is going on right now in the tri-borough-ness of NYC – a fRenZY indeed – most amusing……..with some very snappy dialogue (this is, of course, the Place that brought you Nick and Nora Charles.)

we like to think of Lisa and Brian as our Nick and Nora (we know So Few married couples it seems, of the once-traditional M/F situation, that is) so we like to go round to their house and Observe from a small expanding kitchen stool by the fridge and listen to their dialogue and occasionally accept a cup of tea or a glass of grapefruit juice and a pancake made from an eminent French doctor’s Lifestyle Regime.

returning to the Storm for one moment, we’d like to turn to Louisa May Alcott (don’t you?) for her homespun American philosophy:

I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning to sail my ship
Louise May Alcott

ah yes.

tis true.

navigating Very Nicely over here at the moment thanks, in great part, to Lisa* – of Lisa and Brian, featured here.

*she’s our Literary Agent (isn’t that a fabulous thing to be able to say? gosh, yes.)

sunday evening blues: yoga, hot milk and Paris Vogue 1930

partly it’s the rain’s fault ;)

we detest Rain.

partly it’s the dread of showing up to the Day Job tomorrow where we feel pressure to be “fixed” so “everything can go back to normal”.

and mostly it’s just sunday night blues with the sun going down earlier and earlier and the heating in the building isn’t yet turned on so there’s a chill indoors and bulky layers mean a less-streamlined look which leads to you-know-what in the brain department (fat alert, darlings).

so here’s what we did (because feelings come and go and there’s Always Good Actions to take):

went out and saw some friends and told the Truth about how we feel (especially not feeling tiptop and aware that Some people want us to put the Surgery and Everything behind us ASAP).

came home, lit candles, turned off all the lights, deep breathing and into a proper restorative yoga practice (we studied for a while last year) – all wrapped up in soft fleecey layers while listening to one of those “soothing sounds” CDs with whale music and the odd deep chime and some awfully nice monks chanting


a lot.

(“better out than in” as they used to say During the War)

and now we’re going to warm up some milk in our oh-so-rustic-Conran-french-white-milkpan (tush! we avoid microwaving if at all possible) and Run A Bubble Bath (when all else fails……..a bath will work)

writing to you helps.

what do You do when you feel the blues descend?

do tell.

we’d love to listen.

*btw, darlings, the picture is called Divers from Paris Vogue 1930 and the photographer is H-H (we can’t remember his name and we’re on the smartypantsphone – oh wait – we can search – hold on – BRB as they say………

Here you go! Hoyningen-Huene!

and we have it on Reliable Authority that the male model was his one-time protege and lover, Horst

random factoid: when team gloria was Awfully Young and Rather Naïve, we started a magazine (with our lovely friend GM) at University called The Aesthete (don’t mock us – we are terribly sensitive) and we used this photograph as our first back cover (naughty – no we didn’t ask permission #sigh)