Saturday, June 28, 2008

Skip is a Retro Romantic

Perhaps it's because I recently returned from my Italian honeymoon that I am now drawn to these gorgeously, romantic clothes by the designer Heidi Merrick because in reality they aren't totally my style.

But, for whatever reason, I completely see myself back in Capri, roaming the tiny streets and luxurious stores wearing her ensembles (with some vintage luggage lazily resting next to me when I stop for a Limoncello), effortlessly, elegantly and about 50 lbs. lighter...

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Bon Chic Bon Genre

How lovely to begin my now-married, balmy Boston summer with these marvelously chic susani printed melamine plates from Bon Genre. Who knew plastic plates could be so creatively cool?!?!

I'll now have to work on a YSL-in-Marrakech-with-Talitha-Getty-on-a-rooftop design scheme for my patio and throw a Morrocan feast!

Er, or something like that.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Mad Men

I cannot explain my new found fascination with AMC's TV drama Mad Men (perhaps because it is sponsored by BMW and features an iconic, pre-show clip of a Pretty in Pink scene...?).

The award-winning show, now a year old (I'm a little late to the party), revolves around the lives and loves of ad men in 1960's New York City. On the one hand it is chauvinistic, at times pointless and rambling, and often offensive. On the other hand, it is full of incredible costumes and interior design details that make my mouth water, alluring sub-stories about each of the characters that all but consume me, perfect acting and, most importantly, I'm pretty sure Don Draper is the most handsome, dashing and entrancing man to walk this earth. Ever. (I mean, assuming he were real and not a TV personality.)

Do I love it? Do I hate it? I am at a loss for why RTT and I watched 8 episodes in a row on demand in complete silence. It was spectacular.

I cannot wait for Season Two to begin on July 27th.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Skips Loves Grandpa

My soul is inconsolable with the loss of my most beloved Grandpa. I am incredibly lucky to have never before in my life felt such oppressive melancholy. But, that doesn't diminish the sting of my tears.

Misery loves company in this exquisitely sorrowful poem by the brilliant W.H. Auden.

Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.