AFTER WHAT meteorologists have been calling the wettest May in 160 years, the rain finally stopped, perfectly in time for the Spring Bank Holiday weekend. We spent as much time outside as we possible could, both of us getting blinded by the sun, which we hadn't seen in months, both of getting a little sunburned, so unaccustomed was our skin, despite being coated in SPF30 ...
Since this past month we’ve been in lockdown here in Paris and had an early curfew, I took the time at home to go through some of my favourite movies again and to discover some new ones. There are many films out there that offer perfect styling inspiration and I wanted to share a few of them here.
BY NOW YOU'LL KNOW about our steadfast love for summertime, and how every September we're always a little wistful thinking about its inevitable end. The past three days here in England have been an absolute dream with the warm golden temperatures you might find in mid-summer.
These past summer days, I have been lounging around reading Find Me by André Aciman, the author of Call me By your Name. Contrary to what everyone expected, he wrote on twitter: “I would actually love a sequel to Call Me By Your Name. In fact I am writing one.”
Instead of delaying or cancelling their show because of the health crisis, the House of Chanel, headed by Virginie Viard, revealed their Cruise 2021 Collection this past Monday on digital platforms. The fashion house's first ever digital show, Balade en Méditerranée / A Mediterranean Jaunt, brought Capri to Paris. The collection was originally intended to be shown on Capri, but was recreated in Chanel’s Paris photo studio instead.
EARLIER THIS WEEK we ran a short Colour Story on Dusky Pink and everyone went a little crazy for a certain impossibly romantic restaurant with pink tablecloths bathed in lamplight, overlooking the sea. Where is this place? they asked. Where on earth indeed. After a little searching, discovered this magical place to be a Michelin starred restaurant in Italy, located at the hotel Il San Pietro di Positano, Positano, Amalfi Coast, Italy to be exact.
THIS WEEKEND WE SAW Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood by Quentin Tarantino, whose ninth and latest film visits 1969 Los Angeles. Still not completely certain how I feel about it, but remember that it felt meanderingly and ploddingly slow, and very long. Of course, it was three hours and forty-five minutes, so it was actually long, but have always thought that really good films never seem to feel that way.
“Francis Picabia: Our Heads Are Round so Our Thoughts Can Change Direction” at the Museum of Modern Art brings together more than 200 works done between 1905 and 1952—mainly paintings and drawings but also a film and related set designs—that may cause whiplash as you follow the artist’s snaking turns.