It's a documented fact in the records of DoaWE family lore that Great Great Uncle Reginald of Hartlepool had quite a way with the ladies.... I always attributed it to his custom made waistcoats and his preferred footwear of thigh-high waders year round. Funny that he never married.....
Watching the skyline fade from view in the rear view mirror of your automobile or, better yet, through the tinted window of an air-conditioned train car headed anywhere but the sizzling asphalt of the jungle called Manhattan.
Okay... finally I've had time to process the Alexander McQueen Savage Beauty exhibition....I know that sounds a tad dramatic but it was truly one of the most beautifully presented museum shows I have ever seen....and I've seen my share of shows. The Costume Institute at the MET definitely raised the bar on exhibition design by creating oversized vitrines, a hall of gilded mirrors and a room size cabinet of curiosities to present an exhaustive collection of McQueen's amazing body of work. My favorite part of the exhibition was watching the hologram of Kate Moss floating and twirling like some sort of ethereal creature swathed in yards of billowing fabric....I have to admit this wandering eye got a bit misty at the sheer beauty of the moment.
Not sure why I related so well to this movie title....
but I recorded it weeks ago and finally watched it last night whilst sitting in front of the fan with a big iced beverage. Turned out to be a rather ridiculous story (big surprise) about an all-girl band stranded in Nevada (what?) but Joan Davis and her pratfalls made the most of it....also, the styling was fantastic with gravity defying hair that looked molded in place...thank you TCM!
I love the trio of staring eyes in this Clifford Coffin photograph of Lucian Freud from 1947....the artist's far off look, the bird's one alert eye and the cropped image of the portrait on the easel. While I'm a big fan of Freud's later figurative work (especially his paintings of the performance artist Leigh Bowery), there is something in the straight-forward simplicity of his early portraits (like the one in this photo) that I really admire.
I would like a cozy guest room just like this in my future home....filtered sunlight, a single simple pendant lamp and a tidy writing desk....if this worked for British sailors circa 1905 then it will be perfect for all my houseguests....seafaring or not.
I'm beginning to think my inner girl was an inner magpie in an earlier (inner) life....this would explain my/her intense fascination with and desire for sparkly, glittery objects (wearable preferred) and these glitter-encrusted trompe l'oeil booties by Miu Miu fit the foot, I mean bill, perfectly.
Okay, maybe not so far and definitely not too wide but the isle of Manhattan it is for this photo diary. Leave it to this Wandering Eye to choose one of the hottest days of July for venturing beyond my safety zone (the area below 23rd Street) but the Alexander McQueen exhibition at the MET was calling my name so uptown I went. Once I process all the incredible visual, aural, textural stimulation of the McQueen exhibition I will write a post because it was truly beautiful and moving. In the meantime... here is my Big (baked) Apple day in six photos:
Take a gander at that cameo, the necklace attached to the belt and the multiple earrings/hair ornaments...not to mention the teensy tiny itsy bitsy waist....my inner (bloated) girl is a touch green with envy.
Ever notice how you can see something over and over and over but never really SEE it? Until last week, Trinity Church in Boston was simply a beautiful building I observed from the front seat of my car as I drove by attempting to avoid pedestrians who linger in the crosswalk. Now, after taking the time to get up close and personal with the structure (while on foot no less) I can say that it is quite extraordinary....and to think I've driven by a gazillion and one times.
Just what I needed! Poof seating disguised as canape cacti by Maurizio Galante for Cerruti Baleri....perfect for offering a seat to that unexpected houseguest....No, you weren't interrupting anything. What....a....pleasant....surprise...
My inner girl is so easily pleased....a pair of call-the-chiropractor-heels, a handful of sensible ensembles and that acid-pistachio-super-hero-color and she's all set for the season....too bad she has to wait for next year.
I know I should quit pining over my cabin atop the water in Provincetown. I'm sure that lothario Windswept has turned his attentions to another lucky tenant. After all, it's been 5 days and 16 hours and my phone has yet to ring (sigh) but look at these interior shots....can you blame a Wandering Eye for having a mad crush?
In my thrillingly delusional existence as a world renowned designer, stylist, photographer, writer, flea-market scavenger and tap dancer my wandering eyes chance upon many items of wonder and beauty. This blog is where I share my visual discoveries. Thanks for wandering over and taking a look.
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