Speaking of pilgrimages…do we nod reverently when we walk past 150 Central Park Avenue South when in Manhattan?? yes we do.
Robert Stern may see it, we rightly so I’m sure, as “Manhattan’s monument to frenzied finance” but to me it is one of the few places I am closest to Dorothy ( no Draper silly…I’m entirely straight).
…and while the intertwined H’s greet us, there is not much time to ponder because…
…there is really only time for a quick ‘nose against the glass’ before the doorman makes a fuss. And we walk on…’Goodnight Dorothy….wherever you are’.
Bergdorf’s, and an Aesop fable made entirely of passmenterie…almost too much for me to handle.
I really really adored this Fendi Christmas dressing…its all filigree of silver and gold and those straight lines coming down are illuminations, and the coldest of white-blue light ‘drips’ from them….I just thought it completely brilliant and somehow a perfect blend of over the top Baroquey delight without being garish…what do you think?
I mean these actually have nothing to do with Christmas, OR the festival of lights lets face it but never mind…CAN we resist bubbles and black and white line drawings…?? NO obviously. It’s Bloomindales F.Y.I. and did I NOT tell you I spent my entire trip photographing windows for you….
It was thrilling, last month, to receive a call from Margaret Russell, the Editor in Chief of ‘Architectural Digest’, telling me the secret news that I had been selected by the magazine as one of the 100 greatest designers in the World……
Secret that is until Margaret’s recent dazzling party at the Guggenheim Museum on 5th avenue in New York, for the other 99 nominated. Every dec was on hand to celebrate, from the greats like Stephen Sills and Juan Montoya to David Collins and John Porson, the other Englishmen on the 100 list. It was wonderful to see my beloved friend Aileen Mehle, whose ‘Suzy Knickerbocker’ column was required reading all the years I lived in Manhattan, and Martha Stewart who so sweetly had me on her show when my autobiography “Redeeming Features” was published, and Mario Buatta who used to come to my ranch in Arizona a lifetime ago.
My partner, Colette van den Thillart who’d flown in from Toronto where we are setting up a North American office, turned heads by wearing a velvet dress printed with the glistening stones of a grotto, appropriately surreal in such a setting as the Guggenheim 100.
