Good morning, Wednesday...lots coming up for us and think we are both trying to wrap our heads around the move, the newness, the oldness, etc. It's exciting to say the very least, so think we were looking for a bit of chill time to take it all in. 7 years in Miami? Unreal. PS, don't you just love the above early Helmut Newton photo? That will be me soon.
And speaking of unreal(istic), many of you know that I can sometimes be prone to fantasy (as is my wont), so allow me to share my latest one with you, this one involving my next generation of living in the city. I'm not sure if it's my older status or my living in a lovely doorman building in Miami all this time, but I've been thinking about the Upper East Side a lot lately (yes, really). I know rents are cheaper up there, and I must admit the thought of a nice doorman building, a remodeled kitchen, and a gym downstairs are all very appealing. But perhaps an interior done by Celerie Kemble, she of luxe neutrality and such would compensate for the lack of Bleecker Street in my backyard. The UES was always a guilty pleasure of mine- it was the site of my first apartment in New York and it's a very civilized little nabe. It's my fantasy of a New York seen in Arthuer Elgort photos, adventures with Jackie, Woody Allen movies, and old issues of W featuring all of my favorite old dames like Nan Kempner, Annette De La Renta, and Pat Buckley. Oh, and Laduree just opened up there, so you have it.
And as I contemplate a freelance life which could have me working from home, I fantasize about my lovely high rise, waking up in the morning on some apartment close to the park, and walking Khan past Gracious Home, Grace's Marketplace, and all of my other favorite little haunts up there. There's something comforting about that neck of the (non)woods- it's not cool but it's definitely chic in a wasp envy way and it's classic New York- the 60s between Park and Lex have always felt magical to me, though close to the park in the 60s wouldn't suck neither. And it's super civlized and good for my little baby Khan, close to Central Park and such and full of other small dogs loved on by their doting mamas. So stay with me, here. I'm about to get to what I'm wearing in this fantasy...
If I am to stay at home and work, I need to dress accordingly. Many times I've found myself staying in my gym clothes all day when I work from home here, but that won't do in my version of New York stay at home worker bee. Working at home and looking chic is tricky, but I think these Dolce and Gabbana pajamas will do the job (they're a few seasons old, but times are tough) as well as these fantastic little slippers from Tom's (for the people, darling), for Neiman Marcus, or maybe these amazing ones from Stubbs and Wootton to suit my oft bouts of indecision, in the chicest of ways. I may throw on some pearls for good measure, hair piled high upon head, glasses halfway down nose, Khan the wonder dog in tow sitting on my lap or perhaps on one of his many Mario Buatta designed pillows (though I so hate chintz). From time to time I will rotate the Dolce jammies for some by mmm, maybe Olatz Schnabel. I'm going for a Hugh Hefner brand of chic with a touch of femme for good measure. Oh and if I have to walk the pooch in the afternoon or go get some midday botox or train with Tracey Anderson, I'll just throw on a fur and some huge Tom Ford glasses and go. And that will be that. Just wanted to create a little picture for you, or acutally, more for me. Cause that's what's up this 60s between Park and Lexington kind of Wednesday in the very un Upper East Side of Miami. All the love, big kisses, mwah mwah mwah. Meet me at JG Melon for a burger, won't you? XO
