Saturday, May 25, 2013


How long is it since you went to a proper party? With girls in tulle and men in tuxedos and black silk bow ties? It's one grown up ritual I never want to abandon. 

On Saturday night we hosted our Midnight in Manhattan Ball and decorated the raw loft space at the Surry Hills studio with glittering silver stars, and disco balls from huge to tiny scattered along the bar. I wore a sequinned ball gown the colour of a gleaming skyscraper at dusk and quite serious high heels. Nick wore a black evening suit. And our closest     friends interpreted the theme in everything from Studio 54 disco diva heels to a Marilyn Monroe worthy lipstick red halter dress.

We served canap├ęs that could only be described as New York Nostalgia classics: piping hot Rueben sandwiches, pizza, and tiny apple pies by way of homage to the big apple. Carbs? Yes, there really were carbs and cold champagne, a bit of hip hop and Frank Sinatra and a lot of emotion to share so many memories with so many people we love.

Moving to New York is like wishing on a star but the good will and vision of so many creative and joyful contemporaries collapses the sense of distance. It's five weeks and counting now…

Monday, May 20, 2013


I wouldn't say that I'm particularly bothered or obsessed with detail.

Don't you love a quote that utterly contradicts the entire signature of a famous artist?
Wes Anderson's films are made of the most delicious details. The apparently unnecessary details and nervous tics that end up BEING the story.

Margot Tenenbaum is a great example. Will we ever find out why she only wears an old Lacoste tennis dress and a dank mink coat with too much black eyeliner? No, of course not. Her clothes are her character and she is meant to be an enigma.

Then there is the little cotton dress worn by the teen heroine in Moonrise Kingdom. It's a dress that is too elegant for a child and too small for an adult, so it's impossibly beautiful.

I even like the yellow brunch dress worn by Mrs.Fox in the fantastic Mister Fox. It's as if Wes imagined Catherine Deneuve in fox form and got her 1968 hem length just right.

It makes good sense that Prada chose Anderson to make some short films for their fragrance CANDY. He has that way of fusing luxury with whimsy that is just his. Maybe he is the only director on earth who makes you want to wear a particular starchy dress, or tennis socks or an ironed tuxedo shirt right now. But I'm not completely sure about old mink the colour