We are city people, P and I. Before Valencia and before Edinburgh, we lived in a huge metropolis filled with millions of people. We barely knew our neighbours in the tall building where we lived, and the ultimate luxury was having an elevator all to ourselves on the way up to our condo after a long day at work in an office complex in the west end ...
We live in a quintessential English countryside village, the kind that looks like it’s a movie set, a beautiful place with stone cottages that have names like Rosebank and Appletree Grange. It's the kind of place where there are cosy pubs and a greengrocer for fruits and vegetables ...
A BEAUTIFUL VIGNETTE at home from the other morning, filled with a few of my favourite things—a limited edition grisaille fine art print by Annie Havlicek, impossibly romantic Baroque pearl earrings (perfect for holiday soirées) by Tomber Amoureaux, the Fitzgerald Travel Case and the Coquillage Notebook Cover by Belgrave Crescent and more...
Recently, had told you about our trip from Spain to the south of France, Scotland and the English countryside in late May, early June. It was during this trip that we fell in love (again) with the countryside and thought it might be time to do something completely different than we've done before.
IN LATE MAY we went on holiday to the south of France for a few days, and then to Scotland for nearly a month. During that time, we ventured to England on day trips, and it was during this time that we fell absolutely in love with the English countryside and thought it might be fun to have a look at places that might be available in any one of the very quaint and utterly charming villages and towns we found along the way...
WE HAVE LONG been fans of white, for summertime, for wintertime, and of course, for autumn. This season, however, it seems as if everyone else has fallen for it as well, for on the streets of New York, London and Paris, there flashes of eggshell and ecru, glimpses of ivory and cream, flutters of pearl and beige.
"Have you ever thought that you would be living in Spain?" It's a question that P asks often, and my answer is always the same: no, never in a million years had I ever imagined that we would, on a whim, move here, having never visited before, and to this particular city, as opposed to the more predictable choices of Barcelona or Madrid. Not because it's not a wonderful place to live, to be sure, but because I (like many others, it would seem) had never even heard of Valencia before.
THERE ARE THINGS that we always come back to, despite the unending onslaught of trends and fast fashion. Things that we've worn in with memories and adventures, and taken with us on special occasions such as that little out-of-the way boutique hotel at the top of the hill in Lisbon, or that beautiful Saturday morning at the market in Spain last summer, the sunlight pouring in through the domed Art Nouveau roof above.
WHILE WE LOVE our work here at TIG and wouldn’t trade what we do for anything, sometimes doing what you love can involve long hours, and at those times (especially on Friday or Saturday evenings) having a glass of wine or a cocktail after finishing up can make things feel a little more celebratory. And having a well-stocked and beautiful bar cart elevates things even more, making late nights at work a little more posh, and perhaps even enjoyable.
IT IS THE HEIGHT OF SUMMER here, and all the days are draped in a wonderfully sultry heat. A time for roaming the winding city streets in billowy lilac-coloured chiffon dresses and espadrilles, drinking cava on leafy terraces and picnicking on strawberries and raspberries on the beach in front of the glittery Mediterranean. Here are a few favourite moments of life lately ...
When This Is Glamorous Interiors Editor Louise arrived to visit us here in Spain, we knew that the best place for her to stay would be The Westin Valencia. Not only is it centrally located and just across the riverbed from our neighbourhood, but we knew that it would have everything she needed for her stay …
The history of the Penny Loafer is a bit muddled these days, but legend has it that in the 1930’s, Norwegian fisherman were wearing moccasin-style slippers for comfort. The country also began exporting them to the rest of Europe. Americans visiting Europe at the time would bring them home, but it wasn’t until Esquire magazine featured them that these leisure slip-ons became known to the masses in the United States.