Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Aren't some days just way better than others? Today was certainly one of those days. I started out having a boardmeeting in our NYC office which was very inspiring (I thought boardmeetings where suppose to be booring?). Then I headed over to bergdorf goodman, found out the entire place was like 50 % off. Bought 3 (?) black bowties from Thom Browne, a 2009 calender in calfskin and ended up discussing Michael Bastians cruise collection with Mr Tommy Hilfiger himself who was also admiring Mr Bastians latest creations.
Coming out of Bergdorf I run into Scott Schuman (with whom I had dinner yesterday) and went from there to J.Press trying to find that patchwork scarf for Ted. (they where sold out, sorry man..)
I'm going to top this day off with having dinner at Todd English's new place The Libertine down on Platt street.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
The missing link, the catalyst in Heroes?
My godson Harry apparently has superpowers, and knowing his dad (my older brother) Harry might very well end up a mix of Harvey Weinstein and Ari Gold, but with foreskin I guess.
No matter what, Harry's future is so bright he's gotta wear shades.
(Except I will have to keep a very close eye on how my brother will dress him...)
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Ah, fine knitted elongated cardigans, can't wait for spring.
Also can't wait to grow another 3 inches and loose about 15 lbs so I could actually wear these type of garments..
"I wish I was a little bit taller, wish I was a (skinny) baller..."
Late lunch (by my self, again) at "I Tre Merli" on west broadway & Houston.
I was the only patron in the entire restaurant, recess is here, big time.
During spring, make a stop & order the Penne a la vodka, a glass of chianti, soak up the sun and watch the people passing by.
(Then head back to what comes around goes around and have one more look. Shopping slightly tipsy is the new black)
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
I finally went to Waverly Inn the other week in NYC.
As I was in the city on my own (for the first time in years) I first went to Pastis and gobbled down about 12 fin de claire with 3 glasses of chardonnay, taking notes and going through the days meetings.
(Scott Schuman, a fantastic factory in Jersey and a vintage dealer)
Since I was jetlagged out of my mind and needed to stay awake to at least 11 not to fuck up the entire week, I opted for Waverly instead of crashing into that divine bed at the Maritime. The place was crowded but cozy, and the atmosphere was defintely what I expected. Table booked for next trip in January! (when I'll be paying a debt to Scott for some great ideas, the champagne will be on me)
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
I need to loose weight, jetting around the world in business class isn't helping.
Especially NOT HELPING AT ALL is that "in between snack" that SAS is serving. Danish smörrebröd, goddamit they're tasty.
(I had 4 last time, and swollowed them down with equally many glasses of Bollinger)
But hey, I'd rather be chubby and in business than skinny and in couch.
(I'm aiming for "Skinny in Business" for 2009, not very likely though)
Lee Edelkoort is an amazing woman, I've said that every time after listening to her, I know.
But anyone who serves mini sandwiches and a smoothie like this, suggests investing in bioplastics with the same ease as she's delivering the most mindblowing future analysis in the universe deserves to mentioned more than once.
She also said "Yellow is the new Pink and that shirts will take over a lot of the sales from jersey" (I wont go into why)
Two weeks earlier I picked up a frayed, sunbleached yellow vintage Brooks Brothers OCBD in NYC.
I rule, it's as simple as that.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Russian Art/Letterature Journal, much like Jar Ptitka. Published in Berlin
I've come to understand that Berlin was Da Shit in publishing russian
litterature and journals in the 1920's.
(I guess publishing anything remotly more funny than the obituaries in
post-revoloution Russia wasn't so good for your health)
The inside is so stunning you would go all topsy turvey.
Granma, if you got interenet (wireless?) in heaven and is checking this
out, I wished you would have told me about these when you where alive!
(Food for the Heart)Published in 1936, first edition.
When I started looking through it, I was amazed to find so many different bookmarks.
Everything was used, a small french flag, prayercards, letters and notes
with scribbles. Yes, I admit it's totally gay to publish this kind of
romantic frilly stuff. But hey, look me in the eyes and tell me your mind
doesn't start wondering. She obviously cared for this book so much, it's
beautiful. (Look closely on the letter, that handwriting doesn't come ease,
best font ever!)
down to business with some seriously pretty art. Here's the deal. My
grandmother passed away some weeks ago, and clearing out her place I got
hold of some rather amazing books and magazines. She was a photographer and
gramps was an accomplished artist. (No pressure at all..) First up,
pictures from one of the most important art-critic magazines ever, "Verve".
First issue (pictured here) came out 1937 and featured a specially designed
cover by Matisse, lito's by Leger & Miro (!) Photos by ManRay, Cartier
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Another amazing early monthly journal.
"Zhar Ptitka". It's like the russian version of Verve, only perhaps not as much attitude.
1921 in Russia was not a good place to have a ballsy attitude I guess.
Never the less, cover by Bilibin, reproductions (heliograph printed) by Arkhipov and other great ones.
This stuff was seriously ahead of it's time. (I think..what do I know about russian post revouloutionary art?)
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
There was no hesitation what so ever. It's mine now, it had to be.
This is THE Sawtooth, the fade, the patina, the everything.
Whopee-doo, to say the least.
By the way, tonite I'm going to meet Al Gore, that's really weird, even for being me.
Note to self: Must be slightly tipsy before I say hello.
"I met Al Gore, drunk".
How many can say that? That's cooler than cool. Ice-cool, that's what it is.
(Or it's just my lousy relation to free champagne, I don't know)
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Oh, and did I mention the Vintage Fila / Bjorn Borg collaboration sweaters that I bought as well? (Like 15 of them!)
And the Tennis shorts (Hamptons here I come!) from the same line, and the vintage Fisher Sunglasses..
All in original packing, mint condition...
I rule so hard it's silly.
(Will sell some of it, email me for more info)