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Unlike most here on the East, we never complained during the long Winter. There was that one day when the puddles of melted snow almost sank our Fiorentini and Baker biker boots and had our poor toes, though not wet, quite frozen. But for the rest we paid it no never mind. We can always stay in sweaters and coats, ear muffs, and woven hats. Besides, what is more romantic than being wrapped around Mr. K while watching glorious fat snow flakes floating down on a sea of blanketed trees and roofs? We can stay entirely in the moment, even when that moments stretches on for months.
But when the sun begins to shine and warm balmy days finally happen, we really light up. We waste no time becoming ever present on the roof deck, finding the open air and sunlight compatible to most anything we might do in a day; meditation, guitar sessions, reading, stretching, cocktails, all meals, even sleeping.
We’ll use Memorial Day Weekend to start off a long delicious season of communing with nature…
Working on our a mixologist credentials and
earning reasons to own a
Buster and Punch Rockstar Bar,
We will start with
sipping them overlooking the city,
They will give us the courage to rock out
as if we were Nik West,
In a jumpsuit of course,
we might need another,
like this one by Maria Grachvogel,
We really never stop wearing a scarf, in Winter under a fedora,
in Summer tied through our hair,
nonchalantly falling over our shoulders,
at least thats how Diana and we do…
But the most heavenly of all,
is lounging languorous and sweet,
basking with contentment and harmony,
in all of our blessings,
A refined, passionate, meditative peace
can you feel the brand new day?
Images Via ShrimptonCouture, BusterandPunch, NYTimes, Pinterest
Oh, we had been absolutely spent! Days of fighting with interior designer, Billy Haines, over 100-year old hand painted Chinese wall coverings and the specific velvet drapings for our vanity. We had almost completed handwritten notes inviting friends to our new Roland E. Coate designed home, when we ran out of our Mrs. John L. Strong stationery. We had yet to receive our custom made Ferragamo sandals and the recent fitting for the Robert Piguet gown in which to float around from room to room, air kissing our Hollywood friends, did not help us with our most important decision…would we wear a turban or was the over the shoulder draping dramatic enough?
The party was all we could do from falling into a slump. We had just met with executives at MGM to discuss the part of Nora on ‘The Thin Man’ series. W.S. Van Dyke wanted William Powell to play the part of Nick, the glamorous socialite Nora’s husband, and for the couple to have an affectionate banter and friendship style of marriage. We were thrilled to have an opportunity to play opposite William Powell, but in the end, contractual agreements prevented us from taking on the role. We had already been fitted by costume designer Edith Head for a film noir. The part of Nora went to Myrna Loy. The studio system be damned!
The only thing to do was to swing our Figoni et Falaschi Talbot-Lago T150-C by Hollywood and Vine and take our regular table at the Brown Derby.
It was certainly not quiet or peaceful, what one would expect we would need after such harrowing days. But the Brown Derby was home; there was comfort in the food, the service and in being seen in our freshly curled hair. Carole was there with Clark. We never much liked her in a hat. We made sure to confirm attending each other’s party, but do hope she won’t serve us dinner on the floor this time…
Kay Francis was there and oh, was she dressed! We already had some of her Orry-Kelly gowns made.
Dietrich was there, in a veil, distant eyes, with a cigarette working over beef stew. We stopped by to make fun of her for the nightclub number in Blond Venus. She seemed sufficiently shamed for the ape costume and blond afro.
Then we sat down for a Cobb salad. Bob Cobb always made sure to save us a generous piece of orange chiffon cake. Clark and we finished off the last of it. Cary, Myrna and Ava had to settle for the grapefruit cake. Our stomachs full and banter had, we braced ourselves for the next task – unearthing our Globe-Trotter trunks.
The Mister and we are sailing off for the Island of Guidecca for a languorous stay at Casa Frollo. We have sent the recipe for chiffon cake ahead…
Orange Chiffon Cake
From Lost Desserts By Gail Monaghan
For the orange chiffon cake:
2 1/4 cups of cake flour
1 1/4 cups superfine sugar
1 tablespoon of baking powder
1 teaspoon of salt
5 large eggs, separated, plus 3 egg whites – at room temperature
1/2 cup of canola oil
3 tablespoons of orange zest
1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1/2 teaspoon cream of tartar
1/2 cup of granulated sugar
For the orange icing:
6 tablespoons unsalted butter
3 cups of confectioners’ sugar, sifted
3 tablespoons orange juice
Grated zest of 2 large oranges
1/8 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
Pre-heat the oven to 325 degrees.
Sift together the flour, superfine sugar, baking powder, and salt onto parchment paper or into a medium size mixing bowl. Then sift again.
In another large glass bowl, vigorously whisk the 5 egg yolks, oil, orange zest, vanilla, and 3/4 cup of water until smooth. About 2 to 3 minutes. Gradually add the flour mixture and whisk to just combine.
Using the electric mixer fitted with the whisk attachment, beat the 8 egg whites on medium speed until foamy. Add the cream of tartar and beat until very soft peaks form. Gradually add the granulated sugar and increase the speed to high. Beat until peaks are stiff but not dry.
Using a rubber spatula, fold one-quarter of the egg whites into the egg yolk mixture. Pour the egg mixture over the remaining egg whites and fold together until just combined, but completely incorporated. Scrape batter into an ungreased 10-inch tube or angel food cake pan with a removable bottom. Smooth the top and bake in the lower third of the oven; check after 30 minutes, if the cake is browning too quickly, lightly rest a piece of foil over it. Bake until the top springs back when lightly pressed and a cake tester inserted in the center comes out clean, 55 to 65 minutes. Remove from oven and cool upside down on built in prongs or a bottle (wine bottle works well) – with the bottle neck through the hole, until completely cool – about 1 1/2 hours.
To unmold, slide a thin knife around the cake to detach it from the pan, pressing the knife against the pan to avoid tearing the cake. Use the knife to detach the cake from the center tube: pull the tube upward to remove the cake from the pan side. Slide the knife under the cake to detach it from the bottom. Invert and let the cake drop onto your hand or a serving platter.
For the icing, in a medium saucepan, melt the butter over low heat. Remove from the heat and sir in the confectioners’ sugar, orange juice, zest and salt. Turn the heat down as low as possible and return the saucepan to the heat. Cook for 5 minutes, stirring constantly. Remove from the heat and beat (briefly for a pourable glaze or several minutes for a spreadable icing). You can place the sauce pan in a larger pan of ice water to speed the process. Stir in the vanilla and drizzle the glaze over or spread the icing on the cake. Let set before serving.
Images Via Pinterest, Heatherhomemade
Recently we had the opportunity to attend a few bridal wear shows; a romantic sea of white and embellishment, vintage inspiration and a lot of lace. All of it lovely and traditional with hints of Grace Kelly, Jacqueline Onassis, also the Duchess of Cambridge came to mind. Imagery we have so often seen in Central during Summer. Then we remembered that only once we had actually stopped and for 30 minutes were mesmerized in a way we need in our lives again. It was at the Mandarin Oriental New York, outside rather, as the bridal party rode in. The betrothed were from Pakistan, the ceremony a tale from The Ramayana that stopped time as much as it seemed to transport us back.
The groom rode in on a white horse;
we suppose an elephant on the streets of New York would have maybe been too much…
He was wearing a traditional formal coat, a sherwani, off white,
with the most beautiful and intricate embroidery,
He was surrounded by over a hundred guests who filled the street with music,
song, dance, clapping, laughter,
Mostly women, in their traditional wear, saris,
Saris in styles, colors and with embellishments, we never knew to exist,
And as we live for ritual and tradition,
And because of the wide influence of South East Asian culture in Suriname,
particularly Indian and Indonesian,
We savored feeling at home amidst the color, beauty, theatre and
ceremony of this pre-wedding parade,
The bride was already inside the Mandarin, thus we never saw her attire,
or make-up and jewels,
But we can imagine, that what followed the groom after he rode in, would have been even more,
More decadent, more perfectly crafted in detail,
more visually arresting than the brief feast on our eyes.
We look forward to the experience of such a ceremony in full;
saris and 24kt gold suit us…
Images via Tumblr
The Awards for film pretty much landed where everyone thought they might, but the awards for fashion really didn’t. Other than Sandra Bullock who has not made a single misstep in over a year, we were rather surprised at who gave us outstanding red carpet style. We love surprises, don’t you?
Sandra’s gown did not seem signature Alexander McQueen to us, but it certainly fit in draping, color and flattering design. Sometimes a strapless dress ends up rather plain or even unflattering. Starting with the lines from the heart shaped bustier, everything flowed smoothly with this dress. The pleating gathered at the waist was not too busy, the skirt giving proper shape while still full. We do think there are more creative interpretations of 1940s noir hair styles, but Sandra’s hair does give perfect length, volume, gloss, full curls. Her make-up was perfection, we are especially and always a fan of a nude lip…
Emma Watson had already warned us not to underestimate her in Christian Dior at the Emmys and we were glad to be put on notice. This was again a surprise in coming from Vera Wang, but it is precisely how we love to see someone doing things differently. The knit but shimmery sporty top with the more dramatic skirt – sort of mermaid but not in that tacky prom style, extreme way – this was extremely elegant, feminine but with a bit of danger to it. A red lip complimented the dark attire perfectly, though we feel the sleeveless top would have benefitted from loose hair, instead of a ponytail…
We noticed that not every photo gallery was able to capture the unusual color of Amy Adams Gucci gown and that’s a shame, because that was a significant part of its magnificence. It was also about the lines, once again, strapless can easily veer toward the unflattering, and the folds of extra fabric nicely circumvented that. We adore a column skirt with only the back giving us a glimpse of the dramatic with a bit of a train. We also adore the hair, the very clean make-up and lack of adornments. The dress does all the work and leaves little need for distractions…
Badgley Mischka had quite a presence on the red carpet, and managed to do something different for each of its stars. Alfre Woodard just makes us giddy inside with her ability to maintain her sexy. This dress while celebrating her voluptuous breasts, still gives us a bit of restraint. And the fit and draping just highlights her sensuousness effortlessly, not in that embarrassing way when someone tries too hard. It makes us feel like dancing to know that mystery and sensuality only improve with age…
It made us sad to not be able to celebrate Lupita Nyong’o’s Prada dress. There were a number of things that went wrong with the look starting with the hair, the headband, the color and the cut of the dress that were only highlighted by what went right with Kate Hudson’s. When daring to wear a deep plunging neckline, it really is preferable that the wearer not be bony in the chest. Flat chested, absolutely, bony, absolutely not. Kate Hudson in Atelier Versace wears the deep plunge in the way we prefer. Then stuns with the cutout back. The gathers at the waist, not too busy, the skirt mermaid but softly so. The pearlescent color also softened the look which lends elegance to exposing a lot of skin. Devastating really. Hair, make-up, soft, mere supporting actors to the star that is this dress. How it should be…
But the winner is….Kelly Osbourne in Badgley Mischka. Forget everything else. In an ideal world the umbrella would have been of a different color and yet, it only added to the look. What we’re learning is that Badgley Mischka gives good body, but Kelly’s clearly can hold its own. The flow of this gown, the fabric, the color, the softness, the smoothness, the elegance, the simplicity. And then the beaded overlay. Proportion is everything isn’t it? Just the right amount of spectacular that doesn’t overwhelm. The waves of her hair and yes, even the color. We feel that the execution here was the only example of flawless. There was also an authenticity to it, that extra something that came strictly from Kelly, that completed this look for us. This was our stand out look even before we had finished seeing everything. We knew immediately that we would not see better. We were right…
Images Via Fabsugar
We love black. It is rather odd for a Surinamer; in Summer we wear black in Winter we wear black. There are definitely days filled with color, but we just so easily, so comfortably revert to black. And when we see looks like these, it does not help us to get serious about our (admittedly thin) resolution to distance ourselves a bit more from black.
Can we talk about those pants and the waist accenting cropped top with the pop of color from suede sea foam shoes?
Sheer panels over slouchy waisted pants, with the center blocked out, a bit of reveal, not too much, not desperately sexy.
This reminds me a bit of what a Italian military boy of the 1940s might look like, sexy androgyny easily balanced out by a bit of curve, and big hair.
This appeals to our inner goth and though we might still wear our Fiorentina & Baker motorcycle boots, we would opt for our black fedora with bristles on the side and be a bit more Stevie Nicks about it.
Since we’re prone to black even while on vacation, this is the type of loose silhoutte and light fabric that would make us feel less dark, especially with our Michael Kors rubber flip flops. But locally, an ankle bootie would be the very thing.
This feels Eva Marie Saint to us, very North by Northwest. We can’t say we would actually do the red lip, though we adore it. What we would do is pair it with our Louis Vuitton Alma Bag, in red.
The Surinamer in us, our yeye, will always be drawn to color, but our world refined is shaded in black…
Galliano, Akris, Viktor & Rolf, Ann Demeulemeester, Stella McCartney, Louis Vuitton
Images Via Style.com
We were a bit sad that first day; on our way to a workout in our usual short sleeved shirt, we were suprised by it. Smacked in the face almost, by a gust of wind, the likes of which was much too chilly for Summer. The kind that really would have required longer sleeves, were it not for the fact that we were on our way to excercise and thus would likely sweat. It was August, in our experience still a hot month in New York, but suddenly, like much of the unpredictable weather of the past months, out of place and signaling an unexpected change of direction. So there it was, the start of cool mornings, cooler evenings and rain. We were quite proud of ourselves for our response. Rather than sulk and feel let down by a far too short Summer, we perked up at the potential upside: hair that cooperates again, skin that is a bit less shiny, and enjoying our vintage hats.
Then of course there are the lovely things we have had to wait for since Spring; Fall looks that can now be contemplated seriously and put into rotation much sooner than we had hoped. With that said, here is some of what we are coveting – today, Winter whites, delicate and light but substantial…
Images Via Style.com