Conrad went to feed this island beauty, she is our neighbor. She is pregnant and her craving seems to be cabbage.
Imagine her trapped in a sea of oil.
Domino went to her friend Ruby's party. It was a riot of color. Inspired, we wrapped Ruby's present like this: WILLY WONKA and MARTHA STEWART on crack.
There is a name for that weird stage when a tadpole is no longer really a tadpole. But still has a tail so is not yet a frog. Its called 'Metamorph'. We think Frogpole is a more suitable name.
We are also nervous of anything carrying the name Morph.
Amory has bought Morph, and a magnifying glass, with his pocket money. Sensible choices I thought.
No murderous computer generated game, just gentle smiling Morph and a magnifying glass.
Amory said it was alright because Morph had Specsavers and Health Insurance.
CRABTREE & EVELYN gave me a nice pat on the back after our 'Best New Celebrity Fragrance' win at the CEW awards. Window space across the UK.
Here is my little island treasure in front of one of those windows.
Louis Vuitton's unveiling of their Peter Marino designed Bond Street mansion, was an over the top embrace of all things lavish.
The private apartment on the third floor, where GILBERT & GEORGE and JEFF KOONS artwork hang on the walls, is simply where PR will be handled and ladies will lunch. The floor below boasted a 'bag bar' where a moving collection of LV bags could be viewed, alongside a bespoke fine art library. A glass staircase leads you on down past shelves and shelves of luxury jewels, books, handbags and sculptures at luxury prices.
We were then whisked to a giant Post Office sorting house in SOHO, which had been transformed into a labyrinth of exotic rooms, including a railway carriage and a 1930's prohibition bar, where we watched performances by the theatre company PUNCHDRUNK. Guests oohed and aaahed.
I felt it was a slight case of the Emperor's New Clothes.
Hosting an event in Miami, for the chicly reenergized BAL HARBOR MAGAZINE. Wearing a dress from THE SUGAR MILL.
(Fashion guru, Simon Doonan, later commented that it looked like my dress was caught in my knickers. He may have a point.)
Whilst in Savannah, we followed my father’s legendary idea of combining the unexpected. We ate at ELIZABETH and atDESPOSITO’S.
ELIZABETH ON 37TH had her reputation very much intact after 20 years sitting in a Victorian mansion. I was alarmed at first by our leprechaun waiter who seemed as subdued as the faded wall paper; I was even more alarmed by him bringing scones and marmalade. Scones are for tea and marmalade is for breakfast. But as the evening progressed our leprechaun flourished, suggesting their famous black eyed pea patties with curried cream and a handsome wine chosen from amongst thousands nestling in their cellar.
DESPOSITO’S on the other hand had no preceding reputation, set in a hard to find roadside shack in a tiny fishing village on the out skirts of town. Unadulterated snow crab legs and simple shrimp boiled in their shell and dumped down unceremoniously to be eaten in your fingers off newspaper.
SAVANNAH COLLEGE OF ART AND DESIGN, our host, boasts a world class equestrian center where I was proud to survive an intermediate show jumping class (of course I had to crawl to catch my plane the following day.)
Do not be afraid of Broughton Street and the sudden hustle and bustle. Be sure to visit PARIS MARKET & BROCANTE, order a cold hot chocolate and admire the good taste imported from far flung corners of the world. Do be a terrible tourist and succumb to a historical tour by horse drawn carriage. There is something very memorable about arriving in front of RASKIN ANTIQUE’S by carriage, meandering through the perfectly decaying home before clip clopping over to E. SHAVER, a charming book shop whose labyrinth of rooms swell with a selection on low country art, design, history and architecture.
The GRYPHON TEA ROOM is also a SCAD property, SCAD interiors, SCAD art work, with SCAD students as waiters. A turn of the century pharmacy, where the original prescription counter functions as a bar and you can see the drawers for potions on the walls. Black and white photography and neon orange chairs twist the traditional, but a grand European café feel lingers romantically until your partner discovers they don’t serve Bloody Mary’s and all romance is lost.
Thank fully the FIREFLY CAFÉ could offer a glass of wine, although this had been objected too by residents “with the wine come the prostitutes”.
“Oh God let’s hope so” said David, much recovered.
Last year I visited SAVANNAH, GEORGIA. My first impression was how sexy the firemen were. A good sign I thought. David had burnt the toast to such a degree that four fire trucks and several police cars came flashing in front of Magnolia Hall’s verandah. The extent of the panic was indicative of our historical surroundings. The wooden mansion had been built in 1878, and serves as the guest house to SAVANNAH COLLEGE OF ART AND DESIGN (SCAD) where we had been invited as Guest Speakers.
Unlike David, General Sherman, decided against burning Savannah and in 1733, spared from this, JAMES OGLETHORPElaid out an unusual town based on public squares. Oglethorpe’s legacy stands as a stellar example of urban-planning, a walkable, bikeable, sustainable plan, defying sprawl and encouraging community. Three cheers for Oglethorpe.
Oglethorpe’s presence may be everywhere, but so too is SCAD.
Founded in 1979 with 70 students, today it brings close to 10,000. Widely recognized for preserving historic structures and many of the city’s architectural treasures.
This year David returned to speak about historic preservation. I was redundant. But came anyway.
We were included alongside fashion mentors CATHERINE MALANDRINO and ZAC POSEN to watch the end of year fashion show. ANDRE LEON TALLY presented the lifetime achievement award to DIANE VON FURSTENBERG.
The show presented an image of what SCAD Fashion School is to the world. High standards and impeccable taste.